Dancing Death
The painter stands apart from the painting
The poet lays aside the parchment
The sculptor steps back from the statue
Each, in turns applies craft upon an object
Releasing it, complete and whole
They remain.
Where then, do we find the line separating the dancer from the dance?
Body, spirit and movement are at once creator and creation
The dance exists only with and only in a moment of movement
And in its incessant demand to be, the dance will – always does –
Consume the dancer leaving
Him draped across the floor
Her broken over the chair
Leaving them worn thin in each other’s arms
Only able to gasp a memory of remembering
The dance, only shadows of their life
Gone
Is the dance
As the dance continues upon
Another
one, two, three…
Labels: meanderings, music, poetry, sacred moments, stories
posted by Kim Williams at
8:27 AM
4 Comments:
I would actually say that the dancer ceases to be apart from the dance. As a human medium, can we really find a parallel to paint on canvas?
I say no. I beleive the dance defines the dancer as such in the same way as brushstrokes define shape and color. Inextricable.
You're a very good writer.
Well, The Neighbor, I thank you for your comment and kind words. Please come again...
The dance is all that there is. I'm not even sure if the dancer exists - and if he does, then perhaps only to translate it. Yes, we are the great translators, bit and pieces at a time.
xo
erin
A dancer is always dancing. As she sits in her chair at work, her back is erect, chin is up and her feet are properly on the ground- just like she learned in Ballet class. While rushing through town her feet resemble the same pace as they do during her all state Tap recital. She may even count her steps as a distraction..one two three. A dancer learns to always smile big, let the judges think you are having fun, no matter how much your feet hurt in those tiny pointe shoes. When pausing for a minute to herself, her left foot is pointing north, and her right is pointing east - heels togther. The same position is made when waiting for jazz music to play so she can begin the rehearsed routine.
A dancer moves through life dancing.
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