Coming so soon after the loss of Pina Bausch this is kind of a sickener. Actually I never loved Cunningham's work like I loved hers, but his importance is unarguable and inestimable, and his influence far beyond the world of upstream dance is probably unique. I'm still reading Carolyn Brown's wonderful Chance and Circumstance, which I mentioned last time; it'll be very odd indeed going back to that tonight.
There's a picture of Cage and Cunningham's Variations V in the last post; here now is a little video clip. This piece is 45 years old but it still feels like an advertisement for whatever kind of electricity there's going to be tomorrow that doesn't exist today.
Not for the first time, this blog has huzzahed in celebration of some great artist of improbable longevity, only for them to expire almost before I've reached the 'ck' of the 'click' on the PUBLISH POST button. Please, I implore you, for God's sake, nobody read the May 3rd post about Pete Seeger. [By the same token: references to Baroness Thatcher can be found here, here and here.]
Love tonight to all who loved Merce.