War over, I enrolled at Brooklyn College but before classes began, walked into the Martha Graham Studio and soon knew I wanted to dance.
I'm asked, "How do you go from flying to dancing?" To me it seems natrual: both happen in space. Both demand skills and practice. And both can become pure action in which self-awareness vanishes leaving unearthly joy.
During my first dance lesson I thought: "I'm a grown man. I fought in a war. Why am I sitting on the floor in a bathing suit doing these odd moves?" But the moves feel good and I realize I am among people who want to change themselves. And after I join the Graham Troupe I learn the ultimate goal: to change the world!
