I thank my lucky stars that I am a so-called dumb dancer, for I can state unequivocally, without presenting an elaborate argument to prove it, that dance is the foundation of all the arts. This little book recounts my experience with dance in Manhattan and Miami Beach, and includes an unfinished novelette I wrote as a student under master teachers long ago, under the guise of "fiction," and therefore more true than not. I must have gone plumb mad in my forties. I was living a luxurious life on a modest income in paradise, watching the whales blow by. when I thought my life was being wasted, so I decided to get rid of my possessions and move to New York City to become a dancer. I have been ridiculed ever since, except by the dance community. This book includes my written reflections on dance, and includes the titles, Dance Foundation of The Arts, Minerva Bloom, My Patron Saint, My Teachers, Reflections In The Well , No Hard Feelings, I. Senior II. The Greenwich Village Poet III. Paul's Brass Balls IV. Paul Goes Postal V. Droppings From Heaven VI. I'm No Critic! VII. Tubby Bias & Kurt Jooss' Green Table VIII. Something to Write About IX. Legs Ballone X. Never Stop Stretching, Epilogue to No Hard Feelings, The Changing Room, My Black Swan, Dumb Dancer, My Proverbial Lucky Break, Dancing With Women In War And Peace, Keiko's Monophobia, Keiko's Shinwa, I'm With The Dancers, My Masterpiece Refused in Miami!, Contemporary Narcissism, Modern Dance – Serious Business, Pooh Kaye's Punkmodern Object Relations, The Legal Charade Dance by Choreographer Linda Diamond, Life On The Run – The Trinitarian Tango, LUIGI The Great Jazz Dance Master, The Kaiser's Ballerina Dropped Dead
