No Hard Feelings - A Dancer's Reflections - Walters, David Arthur
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I must have gone plumb mad in my late forties. I was living a luxurious life on a modest income in paradise, watching the whales blow by, when I felt 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. 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,…mehr

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I must have gone plumb mad in my late forties. I was living a luxurious life on a modest income in paradise, watching the whales blow by, when I felt 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. 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 it includes an unfinished novelette I wrote as a student under master teachers.
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David Arthur Walters is an independent journalist who lives in the South Beach area of Miami Beach, Florida. David Arthur Walters is a poor man's writer-wunderkind who takes on the philosophical big guns of our age with sleight-of-hand logic and epistemological flourishes worthy of Foucault. But don't let that fool you. In a pinch he can write a play based on La Dame aux camellias, no doubt inspired by Dumas, and render sidewalk chalk-art tres chic after Picasso. Baudelaire could easily have been his drinking buddy if we were to imagine time in reverse, which Mr. Walters compels us to consider through the Ouspenskian lens of Eternal Recurrence and other stuff worthy of a Dali painting a la melting clock faces. Herein lies the genius of David Arthur Walters, jack of all trades and master jester of Nan, that far-off land in which lived the holy fool of William Blake's prodigious imagination. Writer, dancer, word-artist, satirist, and clown, David Arthur Walters brings it all to the page, compelling us to wave our hand-fans in astonishment at the nerve of the man, the impropriety, the utter genius of his whackadoodle mind. May his works live on in the annals of Time! (Melina Costello, Author of Seeking the God of Ecstasy: A Spiritual Journey of Sexual Awakening, Tutti-Frutti Town: Blinky Blueberry Finds A Friend)