If one has met Jean Babilée, one doesn’t forget it. One keeps it as a precious gift, a moment of grace in one’s life to be cherished, to remind us both what excellence is, but also what it means to be intensely human. And generous and kind. And to be reminded that excellence need not diminish one’s humanity, generosity or kindness.
… Essays, poems, writings… in English or in French depending on my mood or the words that come… on performances, dancers dancing, nondancers dancing… on people and gestures and danced movements… seen, felt, gathered, stolen… in the street or elsewhere.
… Essays, poems, writings… in English or in French depending on my mood or the words that come… on performances, dancers dancing, nondancers dancing… on people and gestures and danced movements… seen, felt, gathered, stolen… in the street or elsewhere.
