Monday, October 31, 2016
Word of the Week - 139
Word of the Week: CHOREOGRAPHY
First, credit to Jerome Robbins for conception and choreography of WEST SIDE STORY. The opening sequence has never lost its appeal, likely never will.
This week's word came to me while watching the Golden State Warriors play the New Orleans Pelicans the other night. Having seen the Warriors throughout last season, including the playoffs and championship, I had a picture of what the court looked like during a game. With the addition of Kevin Durant to the equation, it appeared to me that a new configuration was being eased into, one with which those concerned had not yet become fully fluent. Where there had once been two principles, now there were three. As one of the color commentators seemed ready to declare a team misfire part-way into the second game of the season, I saw the working out of new choreography. When you go here, then you go there and you'll be ready for this. Places, everyone. Rehearsals have just begun.
I find that flux influences my days, flexibility and improvisation are required if one is to keep on one's feet, even figuratively. It is still choreography, whether or not one is actively mobile. Colliding with other dancers, with fixed objects, with change, happens. Would that it happened less rather than more. We have our routines, our expectations, the pieces of the production on which we depend - our own strength, our wits, our capabilities, all of them mutable. Aging may bring these variations, this need to regroup regularly, into sharper focus, yet I know they've always been there for me. A more youthful elasticity may have masked their constancy, whereas they now step boldly from the wings and demand a place on the stage. The other dancers rearrange themselves with as much grace as they can muster. They are learning not to grumble.
It seems my actions are all variations on working to make peace with uncertainty. The phrase, "What fresh hell is this?" is one I utter often. Not hell, exactly, but still surprising, unexpected. I think of walls, the bricks hold their integrity while the mortar crumbles. How to keep it all from falling down.
As words escape me, awareness seems easier to access. It may be the product of greater stillness or the brain teaching itself new tricks. A definition of evolution refers to, "the gradual development of something, especially from a simple to a more complex form." I don't believe it was ever truly easy, we just let ourselves be fooled into thinking it so. My wish: the ability to evolve as the situation requires. There will be new steps to learn tomorrow.