Seeing my words attached to my name, quoted by the dance company they were written about, makes me feel quite weird. Slightly alarmed in fact. It’s only 3 words but the recipient values them enough to recycle them as promotion. That’s nice. But my reaction on reading that – and it was tweeted the other day too – is to shrink away from the responsibility of having expressed an opinion in public.
How idiotic.
I’ve danced and been engaged with performance all my life and been officially writing about it since 2006. No I’m not Clement Crisp, nor was meant to be, but I trust my reaction to a piece. I know what I’m talking about.
Glad I’ve realised that. Dammit, I should have gone to Political Mother. Fortunately, a colleague of mine did.
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