Local dance critic and poet (and owner of perhaps the best poet name since William Carlos Williams) Lightsey Darst writes an undeniably beautiful and confusing, compelling and ephemeral exploratory essay on how a critic is supposed to write about dance. That's the general thurst - though more broadly it is a demonstration of how a writer can write about dance in a way that makes you feel like you are or want to be in the room with the dancers.


Note: It's not short. Which makes me happy. You can take your time with it.