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When I moved to New York City
in the seventies my friend
Oded got me a job in Soho’s first gallery
owned by Nanda Bonino
on 141 Prince Street. Nearby
was Robert Wilson’s Byrd Hoffman School
of Byrds. Someone I don’t
remember who told me about the school
and Wilson. I joined his
open classes where we who
not dancers, the definition of motley,
moved to music.
Dance was not exactly the word.
Life and Times of Joseph Stalin
24 hour play was the culmination. I was
not in the play but went twice to see it
at BAM. Wilson and what he did
with movement and sound
changed something basic for me.
I became a lifetime fan.
I only did paperwork and phones at Merce's school, but just being there grew my brain
I sent the poem to an LA cousin and his husband, who once took me to an intermissionless Robert Wilson production in the Bay Area. His husband, an actor and a painter, wrote back: "Sweet! I heard this same comment from some of our Unitarian friends who also participated in that performance!"