A Beautiful Tragedy – I don’t think so.

I started this pissy rant on Facebook, and then decided there was more I wanted to say so I moved it here.

So I watched a documentary about a girl who is now a soloist with the Maryinsky (she just did Swan Lake on their American tour to rave reviews.). It’s called “Beautiful Tragedy.” I saw it on youtube (I’ll give the link below) and both the title and some of the assed up comments there made me very angry.

I get so fucking tired of mediocrities whining about how hard the training is and how much these girls sacrifice and oh “let the children be children.” What bullshit. Excellence demands sacrifice. Period. Ballet is one of the most brutal of arts and if you want to excel you learn to suffer. There isn’t a dancer alive who doesn’t understand that and frankly, I think there’s a reason Russia turns out such phenomenal dancers and has since the early 19th century: the training. They choose the best raw material and absolutely no quarter is given. That is how it should be. That is what produces the best and highest of results consistently.

One of the commenters in the youtube thread said flat out that children shouldn’t be allowed to make such a choice (as to give their childhood over in the study of ballet) so young, and that even if her daughter wanted to be a dancer, she’d not permit it. I hope this woman has no children. No one, however young, should be denied discipline, the joy of following their dreams, acknowledgement of their capacity to decide upon those dreams, and their capacity to meet the sacrifices and challenges required, and the chance to be something other than mundane. Excellence has a cost. I’m glad there are those willing to pay it. We’ve enough mediocrity in the world as it is.

Moreover, the sacrifice of childhood is the price you pay for the *opportunity* to reach the pinnacle of excellence. It is no guarantee. It’s your god damned entry fee into the arena.

This, by the way is precisely why I dislike, in the extreme, watching American ballet companies perform ballets with the children from local ballet schools — or indeed any American school. Compared to those training at the Russian schools they are awful, sloppy, held to no standard other than that they “have fun.” We seem to idolize the cult of childhood in this country, treating it as something to be preserved at all costs but there are things so much more important. I still mourn the fact that opera no longer has its castrati. Oh I hear the arguments that this was cruelty and a horrific thing to do to a child, and how could any child consent but they could and either way art will have its sacrifices to the process of perfection. I started dancing at ten, after a year of working hard to convince my parents to allow it. That was too late, but I worked as hard as I could, sacrificed, bled, cried, and hoped. My body broke but I’d do it again in a heartbeat just for the opportunity. If you had told me that mutilating my genitalia as the castrati did would have ensured me a chance, just a chance mind you, for greatness in the art, i’d have done it without hesitation. I did damage my body and I knew from the very beginning — all dancers do, or at least the smart ones—that this was a very real, almost inevitable chance. We weren’t blind to that at all. It was the entrance fee and every whisper of pain was worth it.

I’m going to break this down very carefully:

those in service to such an art are greater than the sum of their parts. Their desires, their individuality, are only important in so far as it nourishes the art that they practice. Should they seek to nourish themselves creatively, spiritually, emotionally, yes of course but only up to the point that it nourishes their art as well. The moment it interferes with and stops feeding their art, well, at that point, their job — that they’ve taken on willingly— is to give themselves over fully to that daemon. Nothing else matters but that drive to excellence for the sake of this thing so much greater than any individual artist might be.

At their core, these arts (ballet, music, art, etc.) are the distillation of what is best in humanity. To step into service to one of these arts is to become part of something so much greater, so much longer lasting, so much more vital and important than one’s own individual self. Everything you are feeds the daemon of your art and that is how it should be. There is no excellence without suffering and sacrifice and anyone who says otherwise is deluded, stupid, or very, very naive. Besides, discipline is a lifelong gift and so much easier learned when young.

I object to anything that prioritizes the individual over the eternal. I object to anything that would tell you that being mediocre is ok, don’t even try to be anything more (this was actually said to me by a Heathen “leader” years ago “we should strive to be mediocre.” um, yeah, no. I don’t think so). The moment we are satisfied with being less than we have the capacity to be, is the moment we descend to depths even lower than that. We devolve spiritually, creativity, emotionally, intellectually, culturally and on and on. The push toward excellence is essential. I’ll tell you one more thing too, pursuing excellence in an art like ballet is a spirituality, a religion all its own. I suspect strongly that’s why I had to give it up.

I may return to this later, but for now, here’s the documentary I was talking about.

About ganglerisgrove

Galina Krasskova has been a Heathen priest since 1995. She holds a Masters in Religious Studies (2009), a Masters in Medieval Studies (2019), has done extensive graduate work in Classics including teaching Latin, Roman History, and Greek and Roman Literature for the better part of a decade, and is currently pursuing a PhD in Theology. She is the managing editor of Walking the Worlds journal and has written over thirty books on Heathenry and Polytheism including "A Modern Guide to Heathenry" and "He is Frenzy: Collected Writings about Odin." In addition to her religious work, she is an accomplished artist who has shown all over the world and she currently runs a prayer card project available at wyrdcuriosities.etsy.com.

Posted on January 24, 2015, in Ballet and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Growing up, I had a really close friend who wanted to become a dancer and started out fairly young. While she was very good and forced herself through a tormenting hell to perfect her art, health complications such as cancer caused her not to take it to the next level. It was so heartbreaking to see her suffer so much for her pain but dancing made her truely happy.

    Despite never going anywhere with dancing, she took that dedication and devotion to her studies of health the last time I saw her, she was still working on the long and hard road to become the best doctor she could be, sacrificing much in the journey towards personal excellence.

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  2. “Pursuing excellence in an art like ballet is a spirituality, a religion all its own.” <- No joke.

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  3. The fact that most people these days can’t understand that excellence requires sacrifice is one of the reasons I sometimes despair about the future of mysticism in all its forms…. like, if they can’t even accept that something as relatively “normal” as ballet will mean giving up pretty much everything else, how are we going to find people willing to give everything up for the gods and spirits that most people don’t even believe in?

    As for “striving for mediocrity”… I have no words.

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