Yang Liping: who?
How to begin? Another crossing of boundaries, literal and generic. But now via dance.
A dancer who, it needs to be added, has become the queen of New Age Primality, who THE REGIME obviously feels as a challenge (she has since 1980 received not one fen from any government or party source).
But the name of the dancer will mean nothing (much) in the Anglophone world, precious little to those modern dance savants who regard ethnically tattooed, legend-narrative modern dance as, well, B-class. Not compact or etched as it should be.
Well, let’s start again from “over there”. The views of the anonymous e-site commentors.
(Yes, I am a snoop – but aren’t blogbroadcasts aimed at such? Confessions putatively to and for oneself, but of course meant to be inspected by unknown readers. (Fictive privacy: the post-author’s coded “signature” – coyly approaching, but safe from rebuke). The roman épistolaire in electronic update. )
Earlier this year someone calling herself “jiaanda” mailed a comment to Oumuyounuo:
“I’ve been away from our hills for almost 16 years, and have now settled into family life near Guangzhou. But whenever I get a chance, I listen to your songvoice. It recalls the Torch Festival, my childhood memories, my many cousins and siblings long out of touch… your voice is so intimate… I truly do hope that one day you can become our Yunnan’s next Yang Liping!”