THE PATIENT IS BREATHING Again
162 DANCING chine’s style, and also his last wife, and the honoree of the festival’s opening night, and, not incidentally, the holder of the American rights to most of his repertory, on which N.Y.C.B. depends. The video was thrilling. Even if you knew it (it’s famous), it gave you chills THE PATIENT IS BREATHING again. Le Clercq stood at arm’s length from her partner (Jacques d’Amboise), Signs of life at New York City Ballet. and pirouetted, now inward, now out- BY JOAN ACOCELLA ward, against him. Her movement had a whiplike momentum: this was some- thing private, something understood be- “ HE audience is changed,” the among the new patrons, trying to see tween them. Yet, again and again, as she New York City Ballet dancer what they saw. Of course, I also saw turned to face us, she opened her arms to T Darci Kistler said to the Times what I saw—turns bobbled, details lost. us, gathering us into the event. There it a few years ago. “I don’t know what Still, you can’t lose the whole ballet. In was, the Balanchine style: objective—no happened.” I know what happened. “Agon,” the lead woman whipping her dramatics—and yet piercing. The film George Balanchine, who founded the leg around her partner’s neck, simulta- having been shown, the curtain was company, with Lincoln Kirstein, and cre- neously embracing and garroting him; raised, and Yvonne Borree, one of the ated its style and its repertory, died in in “Symphony in Three Movements,” company’s young principal dancers, 1983.
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