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New The very-Best metaphor for this damnable affliction
of a monstrously-retarded species (that I've encountered) is:

The Green Table

Kurt Jooss's '32 ballet
[1932! the Cat was already Out of the Suited-Bag]


http://www.nytimes.c...tiwar-ballet.html

Also:
http://www.nytimes.c...-green-table.html
(For those alive, alert and breathing in 1981)


If you are planning to see just one ballet this year, make sure it is the Joffrey Ballet's revival of Kurt Jooss's ''The Green Table.'' Thursday night at the City Center, this powerful and humanist work was seen for the first time this season and with an absolutely splendid debut by Philip Jerry in the leading role of Death.

Mr. Jooss's 1932 Expressionist masterpiece about the horrors of war is so perfectly structured and so rich in imagery built into its very movement that nearly any of its performances will be foolproof. Yet now the Joffrey has come up with a slightly different production and what is almost a totally brand-new cast.

The impact is fantastic. There is new energy flowing through the entire ballet and nowhere is this more evident than in the allegorical figure of Death, as portrayed by Mr. Jerry. Unlike others in the role, he is not merely sinister. This is a young Death bristling with vitality and therefore all the more dangerous. The suddenness of his movements is terrifying, every flexing of a muscle seems to have a snap. There is a driving and proper weight to his stamping march in place that makes his metaphorical pursuit of humankind seem relentless.

[. . .]



And So it Goes.
[This Death was no lovable, wry, poetical Terry Pratchett DEATH -- no, Indeed.]

Saw a performance eons ago with the SF Ballet; done to perfection (with suitably 'revealing'-masks, that alone: a visual oxymoron?) and white gloves around the green-felt-topped Table. Interspersed at pregnant moments -- artfully-hideous war ~dioramas. Then back to the Suits with cigars.

No words needed; (even Bman could get this ballet.)
But for 77 years, apparently only us effete balletomanes Got It; Cold.





How do I get out of this chicken outfit?



The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.
-- H.L. Mencken
New How do I get out of this chicken outfit?
Well, Kim's Costumes sells chicken suits that are easy to get on and off.

Oh, wrong kind of outfit. Well, the exit is probably closer than you might like. Certainly closer than I like. Although I would prefer that the kids let Dad go first...

New Roger, and out.
     Anyone else catch the Oppenheimer trial essay on PBS? - (Ashton) - (5)
         It was a good show. -NT - (Another Scott)
         It was always about being serious - (mhuber) - (3)
             The very-Best metaphor for this damnable affliction - (Ashton) - (2)
                 How do I get out of this chicken outfit? - (mhuber) - (1)
                     Roger, and out. -NT - (Ashton)

You wouldn't know what normal was if it rode into town on the normal express, kicked down your door with its size normal boots, danced into your living room wearing nothing but the word "normal" and sang "normality is here again" on your dining room table whilst dancing the foxtrot.
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