ALLEGRO

by Tchaikovsky choreography by Isadora Duncan

Here is a call to bear arms, a freedom to rage. Here three women in orange veils slam their fists in the air, pound their bare feet on the bare floor. Their glossy pony tails lash wild behind them. The two young dancers– sharp soft animals so sure of their youth– are ready to leap somewhere else, to prance off the stage, searching for another truth, The one old dancer in between–her brave body, arched blue-rooted feet, every line and finger-flick–holds us all here, alive in this hard world, this changing flesh, this time. She knows the discipline of being free. She comprehends: there’s nowhere else to be.