the tragedy of sex

[Yoshie Furuhashi]

>  > *****   More than that.  Man at last will begin to harmonize himself
>>  in earnest.  He will make it his business to achieve beauty by giving
>>  the movement of his own limbs the utmost precision, purposefulness
>>  and economy in his work, his walk and his play.  He will try
>
>I snipped the rest of this. After reading that passage from Trotsky, I
>realized that the fourth tragedy is...well, Trotsky himself.
>
>Terry

Hey, what's tragic about dance: achieving beauty by giving one's own 
limbs economy, precision, & purposiveness without purpose?

"Labor is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom, or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?"

The exiled Trotsky fell in love with Frida Kahlo....One can only wish 
for a chance to be devastated by such a romantic tragedy.  As a 
parting gift, Kahlo dedicated a self-portrait to Trotsky.  In the 
painting, she holds a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, and in 
the other a letter inscribed: "For Leon Trotsky with all my love I 
dedicate this painting on the 7th of November, 1937."  (The seventh 
of November...Trotsky's birthday & the anniversary of the Russian 
Revolution.)  See the picture at 
<http://parallel.park.uga.edu/~lisaboyd/240G/w98/kahlo.html>?

Yoshie