The only other internet reference I can find about "Bambi the Fire Goddess" seems to date her act as far back as 1965. (This foto
is from 1970.) It appears then that she had the problem of scorched vajayjay under control.
Just in case you can't discern the merits or purpose of this piece on your own, here is The New York Times to explain it all for you.
Marian Morgan believed that dance could be used to enhance the instruction of just about any subject. And back in 1916, she toured the country with her six dancers, demonstrating how dance-enhanced education would work.
The basic theory was that students would pay more attention if young female dancers performed at the front of the classroom as the lecturer talked. For example, as explained by the Washington Post
(Aug 20, 1916):
Picture a fat freshman dosing in the chemistry class. The day before he had said boldly, and unashamed, 'I think I'll cut that beastly class in chemistry. I don't care what those darned atoms do to each other.' The fat freshman enters the class, bored and rebellious. He remains in it sleepy and indifferent. Suddenly he starts, suppressed a yawn, stealthily arranges his tie sheepishly, combs the hair with hurried fingers.
What happened? Has Old Bones (his disrespectful nickname for the professor of chemistry) been rooting around some second-hand store and found Aladdin's lamp?
The freshman's perception, newly acute, pierces his usual mental haze. The scene is a real one and delightful. True, 'Old Bones' is continuing his discourse. He is describing the chemistry of the blood. 'But this war of atoms may be a beneficent one,' he drones. 'The presence of disease-breeding bacilli in the blood is not necessarily destructive. For there are vigilant baccilli who lay hold upon the destroyers and slay them, as you see illustrated by this dance.'
The eyes of the freshmen beam. Never have 'Old Bones'' lectures been rewarded by such rapt and flattering attention. On the platform one lithe young Amazon in short Roman tunic is struggling with another.
Too bad this never caught on. Certainly would have improved a lot of lectures I had to sit through back in my college days.
The seamed pantyhose give it that authentic Filipino cultural touch.
It's not much of a dance, but Trisha Brown
could certainly have had a career as a sign-language interpreter in South Africa.
Oh, yes, recipient of MacArthur "genius grant."
If you can watch all ten minutes of this without feeling the urge to quit or fast-forward, you are made of tougher stuff than I.
of the "artist."
One only hopes that the current ill will towards Russia does not prevent the 2014 tour of The Big Ballet.
The Ginger Rogers of Nazi Germany.
More on Marika Rokk here
Melinda Ring is trying to raise $13,000 on KickStarter so that she can stage her dance project, Forgetful Snow
It's one of those things where it's kinda hard to tell if it's real or satire. But my gut instinct tells me it's for real. Of course, I have no knowledge of contemporary dance, so a more discerning viewer might instantly recognize this as a masterpiece.
The video is safe for work, despite the video thumbnail showing a hint of skin.