In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

cowboy?"
"Did you see any one running away at the ball? Boulot could've
devoured you! And he knew the X man, too."
"The X man??"
"That's what his fans call him."
"How well did you know him?"
"I didn't. I had a master class with him one summer at a
Juilliard seminar. You know, he did a ballet, Antikthon, commissioned
by Balanchine. It means anti-earth, from a Pythagorean view of the
cosmos, basically about otherness, interpreted in abstract, but
polyphonic terms. He says the Pythagoreans were the first to state that
the earth was not the center of the universe. He was obsessed by the
'infinity of innumerable worlds all inextricably interlinked'. But he
wanted to abolish personality in music, a fatal flaw, I always thought.
I'm surprised you haven't heard of it. Antikthon was premiered in
September of seventy four, wasn't that the year you were born?"
"It all makes sense now."
"What?"
"Il Destino." He sighed, "So Dick is full of shit, yes?"
"Well you won't make the cover of GQ, although, who knows?
Do you care?"
"The burden is lifted. I thought it would happen later, when the
hair goes, you know, but now I can relax more. Dick says 'at least grow
a beard.' Hmm. Pubic hair for the face? It is unsanitary and the people
will look again! Now, the people look, but then look away, instead of
looking and looking and looking. Eating you with their eyes, you
know?"
"Yeah, it's like watching Maia in public, I wouldn't trade
places."
"Oh, Maia lives for it. This is different." He changed the
subject. "You really think he is like Beethoven?"
"I think I have some MP3 files of his in here somewhere, hold
on."
She came back with the laptop, put the headphones on him,
and played a section.
"Brutal! More than Metal! I love it! Play some more!"
"I don't have any more, I packed in a hurry. Back home, I have
all his CD's."
"Could we do a piece to this? No, it would not be good for
dance, not the way Ula works. Too much like what they do in Stuttgart,
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