The Jerome Robbins Celebration for the 2008 spring season at the New York City Ballet is on now. I saw a program last night called Definitive Chopin that consisted of three pieces set to the music of, uh, Frederic Chopin.
It is hard to me to overstate how much I loved this performance. Dance is the highest expression of human physicality, the absolute apotheosis of human grace and beauty. You can see why men were always falling in love with prima ballerinas in 19th century novels. Ballet is pure elevation of the female form, so feminine, so seductive, so… The dance exults in the human body, and the dancers perform with such strength and skill that I left the theater amazed and elated. It was genuinely sublime.
So I urge you to go, if possible. And because I can, I’d like to single out the work of a few of the dancers: Yvonne Borree and Antonia Carmena in Dances at a Gathering, the technically proficient and beautiful Julie Kent (from the American Ballet Theater) in Other Dances, and the entire company in the funny ballet, The Concert.
Robbins was an American master. Book tickets and go.