Winter Dance Concert, '23
it can be wondrous to experience
what vision, work, and cultivated skill can pull off,
I use words to sculpt an abstract reality,
at its best, that world is more real than the transient moment,
yet dance uses those transient moments to make a whole,
the dance I witness this week easily plunges deep into the soul,
where its eloquence shouts
with fluidity, clarity, beauty, joy and sorrow,
and we are riveted by the synthesis
of movement, music, quiet,
the light erupting from the dark,
the dark swallowing the light,
words on the screen introduce each dance,
the costumes of the dancers well help elucidate the story to be told,
the creation choreographed by extraordinary people
who found a story that needed to be told,
and only dance could be the medium for its telling,
the way did open for that telling,
anything on stage, for an audience, is like the first time
life appeared, bringing organization onto chaos,
it always get me how ephemeral the show is,
after the last performance of a play I've helped with
I usually was the last to leave the theater,
I would savor standing on the now quiet stage
and find both joy and sorrow in what
lived so fully for a brief time,
and which then passed on,
I frantically snap pictures of the dance
and print them out
so that we can at least hold fragments
and ache to hold the whole,
to remember a transient glory,
the CFS Upper School Winter Dance Concert
always transcends and helps us all reach to parallel how well
it found the stories within, and told them with flair and competence.
by Henry H. Walker
December 6, ‘23
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