aaron copland conducting
him talking to the orchestra
it's called 'rehearsal' -- we
don't have them where i come from
he says, no: gentle and dry,
it's passage work,
miss graham is dancing.
if you don't know
what i'm talking about
go back to your dead
you think messiahs bring hope,
-- thing's get better. when you're dead.
music is blood, words are blood.
poetry is life because
you have to sing it right or it dies;
that is our holy.
people say some about some
hidden vatican text, oh, this
is the hand of st. mark,
he wrote that alpha
look how it lifts off the page.
jesus did nothing
the buddha did nothing
martha graham danced
aaron copland wrote
the music. something. something.
when he said that, "miss
graham is dancing" saw in his mind twenty
an old man. he was there. he was the one
she was the one.
tears came to my eyes.
how many people then saw her,
or saw her motion: she gave the world
a world. everything. everyone sees dance now.
music to dance, music to music, this was life,
he wrote each note and heard it,
and millions of people heard it
or heard what people did inside it
to feed our movies and music and anything.
anything that's better than trying not to cry.