Upon Seeing Stars and Stripes
Well hello there dear friends and strangers I feel it is my duty to inform you that I may have just seen THE BEST BALLET ON EARTH.
Yes, you heard me correctly eighteenth century France. I am sorry to say that you have been outdone by Suzanne Farrell Ballet’s three part production of Balanchine.
When I say this ballet was good, I don’t know if you are fully understanding the visual satisfaction of watching about thirty people simultaneously spin and balance on their toes as they weave amongst each other.
How could I convey this? I suppose it felt like what I imagine a Jack O'Lantern feels this time of year. That is, it felt as if all my insides had been ripped out in a weird pleasure and I began to glow from within through a unchangeable smile.
There is so very much to be said of this production: the mastery of the dancers, the perfection of the choreography, and the background which faded from dark to light blue. As I sat in the second seat of row K and marveled, I heard the heavy breathing of the dancers, and for a moment they were autumn grasses blowing in a huffed wind. But oh the symbolism! How might I tell of the symbolism!?
Stars and stripes. Perhaps that is all our flag is after all. Just a cloth with fifty stars and thirteen stripes. With the swoon of the orchestra I asked myself what it means to be American. Is it this? This blood ghost of complete ecstasy that shivers through me? I wondered what the audience was thinking, right then as they raised the flag behind the dancers. Did they revere it? Think nothing of it? Peer at it with disdain? I do not know.
I sat but I felt as if I should stand, for if not for this country than for freedom. Who are we as a nation or as individuals without our symbols? What distinguishes two fingers from meaning peace or the number two? I felt then that an orb of light had been cast upon my most precious symbol, and I ought to stand. Though it remained in determinable whether the light cast upon the flag marked it’s celebration or memorial, I felt in that moment compelled to stand for what is mine.