you know what? Eurythmy is the one thing that still scares the hell out of me; it’s the one thing that still fills me with horror. It’s not ‘schöne bewegung’; it’s the movement of horror. Sorry. But it’s scary. It’s like watching humans pretending to be non-human, pretending to be ghosts. If death was a dance, it would look like eurythmy. If dying was a dance, it would look like that.
I sometimes speculate that eurythmy is the one thing I won’t ever be able to look at with forgiving eyes, with a forgiving mind. Not because it was worse than anything else, I believe, but because it has so few, if any, redeeming features. There’s no way in, there’s no way to understand, and no way to desire it either. At least I have trouble seeing it.
Edit: it’s now on youtube so I can embed it.