Tag: dance

Lost

You took it for granted, didn’t you?

Well, now it’s gone.

Why won’t you move on?

Get a new thing.

Be different. Be still. Be silent.

Go inside and don’t look out.

Look in not out.

Digital collage

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Note to self

Don’t even think about writing a poem about writing a poem.

That’s just the type of thing you like to do, isn’t it? I know your type.

And please don’t start choreographing some modern dance piece where you stand on stage and talk about Doris Humphrey, asymmetry, and the difference between a skip and a hop.

No one needs that!

Photographer taking a picture

And for God’s sake, don’t take pictures of people taking pictures. Or pictures of cameras.

Do not paint an infinite painting of a painter painting a painter painting a painter painting a painter.

You will break the universe.

Is that what you want?

Digital painting

Confessions of an outsider

The prompt is confess.

I often see myself as an outsider.

At work, I am one of the writers, but I don’t have a degree in English, so I feel that I am not one of them. A writer writes. I write.

I don’t know what writing most of the others do outside of work. One of them writes fiction and is working on a novel. Another attended the recent IU Writers’ Conference, so I know she must be legit.

I stumbled into my current job. If I had applied, I wouldn’t have been considered, because I majored in Dance. Someone in human resources would have discarded my resume because it shows no English or Journalism degree. I wonder if my grammar skills would be better if I had majored in English.

I’m reading Stories from the Twilight Zone by Rod Serling. I found a preposition at the end of a sentence in the first story in the anthology, The Mighty Casey. I wonder if editors were less persnickety about the preposition rule at the time of this writing. Today you’ll find articles explaining why the rule should be abolished, but I continue to follow it when writing something for work. I wouldn’t want people to think I wasn’t an English major.

I’ve always felt like an outsider in the dance world despite my Master’s degree in the field. My dance technique was never great, but I made up for that with my choreography skills.

I make art and jewelry, but I have no formal training. I could go on about this, but I imagine you get the idea.

In the end, none of this matters. I do what I enjoy doing, and I give it my all. I’m willing to try and fail. Being an outsider sets me apart from the crowd. I like feeling special.

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I never claimed to be an athlete, but I did play softball in my youth.

Twenty-five

When I was in grad school the first time (in the dance program at the University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana), my friend Daphne and I formed a dance company. Daphne was from Oklahoma, and she got us a couple of gigs there. So we drove my Nissan Pathfinder to Oklahoma City.

Somewhere on Interstate 40, I looked up at a billboard and I swear I saw the number 25 on it.  As we got closer to the sign, I realized there was no 25 on the sign at all. I assumed it was something mystical and moved on.

Flash forward a couple of days. We’re at the community center (where one of our shows is scheduled) waiting for someone to come and unlock the doors. I think of the billboard with the mystical 25 and wonder what it meant. Then I look up at one of the bricks in the wall that I’m standing next to. I see a $25.00 price tag stuck to the brick. Is that ridiculous or what? To this day, I am convinced that the number 25 holds some sort of power for me.

25

That’s my story about a brick.

 

Sunday Energy

I tend to sleep until noon on the weekends. That works out okay on Saturday, but on Sunday I have rehearsal with my dance troupe at 4:00. Because I stayed in bed for so long my lower back tends to be achy. An achy lower back makes my leg func tion not so optimal. Also, I don’t eat enough, so by the time rehearsal rolls around I need a bit more energy,

When will I learn? Will I learn?

Fortunately, today’s rehearsal went well for me. Maybe next week I’ll get a better (earlier) start.

Speaking of early, I now know for sure that I’ll never write regularly if I don’t get up at a decent hour.

I may never write regularly. That is just a fact.

This has been a productive weekend for me. I made some stacking bracelet sets,  and a pair of earrings.

Stacking bracelets.
Stacking bracelets.
Earrings
Earrings

Writing 101: Serially Lost – Dancing Acumen

The assignment is to write about something you’ve lost and then make this part of a three-part series

I was once an okay dancer, but I got into grad school for dance because of my  talent for choreography. I had to take technique classes with the undergraduate students. They were better dancers than I was, but I persisted, and I improved. I became an okay dancer with some technical skills. I would never get into one of the top companies in New York, but I could have gotten into a company. Maybe a company that paid its dancers a small salary. Thing is, I didn’t really want to be in a dance company. I realized after four years of taking seven technique classes a week; I didn’t like dancing that much. I liked dancing, but it wasn’t my passion.

So I resigned myself to being a person who has undergraduate and graduate degrees in something they have no plans to use. Then I moved to Bloomington, IN and got involved in a dance company  that offered no pay except for free dance classes. I got REALLY involved with this group because it allowed me to keep dancing and have a social life. At some point, the work required to be in this company outweighed the rewards.

This story is beginning to take too long to tell so I’ll move on to my hysterectomy in 2009. I had my uterus removed because of a fibroid tumor that started to get too large to be tolerated. After the surgery, I stopped dancing so I could recover. I think that’s when my body stopped being the body I used to know. I won’t go into details because I’m sure a fairly complex set of circumstances contributed to my sense of being unfit for dance. A major contributor to my problem was my weak ankles. I finally went to a foot doctor who recognized that my high arches were causing the problem. He prescribed orthotics  and physical therapy. Now I’m on the upswing, but I have a ways to go. I understand that part of my problem is really tight hip flexors. This makes it seem as if my leg muscles are weak. They aren’t really all that weak, rather they are fighting against too  tight antagonist muscles. I don’t know if antagonist is the word I’m looking for, but I’m going to leave it.

I won’t go into too much detail about how I seem to come down with what feels like a mild flu  every month. I’ve chalked that up to PMS. This faux flu feeling has been causing me to exercise less because I just don’t have the energy. I found however, that when I went to PT during this flu-like time I was forced to push through the tiredness. That means I can work out hard most days of the month. That’s what I need to do. Will that improve my dancing? Will getting in better shape bring my dancing body back? We’ll see.

I just realized that this post can easily be serialized as I track my progress in reclaiming my body.

Next time I’ll write about visualizing myself dancing well. I should also talk about making a plan to get fitter.

polly

 

 

From my phone

I’m attempting to blog from my iPhone. Because I need to write. I need to know that I have written.

I’m in my car waiting for 6:30, when belly dance class starts. I’m wondering if I’ll quit again when this 6 week stint is up.

The weather is very pleasant. Fall has arrived and it feels like fall. For me, fall means that winter will be creeping up on me all too soon.

I never want to be cold again.

Time for class.

Zills
My zills

 

Had to finish this up from my computer. AT&T 3G wasn’t up to the task.