Dark things appeal to me, they always have. So when my dance appreciation teacher introduced us to Petrouchka, I immediately felt an affinity for the sad, mistreated clown with a crooked painted mouth who ends up getting hacked to death (!) by a Moore. I especially liked this photograph of a 1970 production of the ballet. If only it ended a little happier.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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How sad, I'm weeping for the little crooked mouth clown--HACKED??
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