A week of public remembrance. Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Pina Bausch. The coverage of Jackson's life and death by media is as outrageous as the subject's public persona was. To Fawcett we said goodbye after watching the first few minutes of the documentary made to share her fight with cancer with the world, aired not a week before her death.
"Why did they do that to her?" PHD pointed at the cover of The Stranger, one of Seattle's free weeklies. The caricature of a female in hot pants, with Fawcett's famous hairdo to me undoubtedly sports Jackson's sorry excuse for a nose. Michael's face on Farrah's body. Ouch! Am I seeing spooks?
I'd rather keep on watching the videos that show Pina Bausch talking and performing. If dancers speak with their bodies, Bausch said it all with those incredibly articulate arms. The videos on YouTube about Pina Bausch and her Dance Theater are classy memorials to a grand lady of Modern Dance.