dance #348, finding the dance

Thursday December 3, 2009

Finding the dance

10:30-11:30 p.m. Body re-members how to move. Far flung limbs. Graceful lines arc-ing. Sweeps of arm, neck, heels. Legs rotate in sockets. Sweeping. Floor widens as I move across. Bones reworking lines. I pick up the pencil to draw. Lines dart out. Hard and swift. Wrists flying. Pencil scratching, catching the surface of the page. Pressure and release ripple out of me. I let the pencil go and lean into the movement. Fast and full. The line articulates something at first elusive. I sit with it for a moment then recognize a trace of the movement. Is this an inscription that records the dance or does it create the dance? In some ways I recognize the dance in the drawing. In other ways the drawing seems to instruct me how to remember the dance. Overwriting and prescribing what will be re-membered. It was a soft December day. Warm with a bit of sun and a lot of cloud. Sirens fill the night. The clock tower chimed eleven.

~ by nmyers on December 4, 2009.