Whippet good

Last night I had a dream that I was performing street theater in some unknown town that hosted an MFA performance program.  A bunch of students were watching.  I was invited to give a lecture/demonstration at their school.  When I showed up in the corriders of the Art Building a girl who recongnized me from the street came up to greet me.

"You're performance was..."  I prepared myself for the accolades.  "Three-quarters bullshit."

"It was a whippet of snip-snobbery," she concluded.

Why am I having MFA anxiety dreams?  Maybe it's because I've been reading Taken by Surprise: A Dance Improvisation Reader.  Should I have gone to UCLA and studied with Simone Forti?  And having not committed in full at the exact right moment in life, am I making a mistake digging back into this turf?  After all, this was not the plan. 

Dance, some days I wish I could quit you.  Other days it's like mainlining Prozac directly into my befuddled post-partum brain.

Comments

[rachel]

thank god for the prozac moments - i am so glad you're dancing again and that i get to be part of it.

[Selene]

Back at you my pet!