Way back ca. 1986, Victoria Uris loaned me the diary she’d kept back in 1970, when she was a student at NYU.
Why, you ask?
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Because I was putting together our interviews into first person, dramatic monologue form for Ballet Review, where it ran as “Muse to Paul Taylor” in the fall of 1987.
As the title indicates, it was mostly about her five or six years dancing for Paul Taylor during a crucial period in the very peak years of his creativity. But it was also about her path to Taylor’s company and coming of age in the counter culture era.
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So when Vicki happened to mention that as she was in the throes of counter-culturing she had kept what she calls a “journal,” and I call a “diary,” I assured her with the bravado of a 26-year-old that probably I should take a look at it.
Strictly for research purposes.
Vicki, with the fearlessness of relative still youth and the fearlessness of a true Paul Taylor performer handed said journal over to me.
As it turned out, an attack of girlish modesty overcame me and I just didn’t think I should delve too deeply into the looseleaf notebook crammed with handwritten what I imagined would be confession. And lots of thumbnail rather Peter Max-ish sketches.
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