Writing is Choreography
First is the intro of the music and the slight anticipatory sway of my body.
First is the blank page and the eager word choice.
Suddenly, there is an intense looseness of my movements to the beat, and the feeling of fluidity sets in.
Suddenly, there is a spark of clear thought, and all distractions are mute.
I’m in synch with the sounds. Every pirouette, every move. All with explosive grace and erratic control.
I’m in synch with knowing exactly what I want to say. Every word, every point. All with no regard or doubt.
Now nothing exists but my body across the stage.
Now nothing exists but my mind on the page.
The entanglement of song and dance is about to end. I could keep going, but the rush of the conclusive crescendo satisfies me.
The entanglement of mind and screen is about to end. I could keep going, but my mind is purged, and I am proud.
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Dance is writing. Writing is a dance.
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Posted on June 9, 2013, in Music and tagged 25tofly, Becca Cord, Choreography, Dance, life, Performing arts, Writing, writing is choreograpy. Bookmark the permalink. 51 Comments.
Not a Red Head 
I love this. It’s so swirly. My writing choreography is more like the way Elaine dances on Seinfeld:
Awesome Becca, beautiful little piece that reminds us that different art forms follow a similar pattern from inception to completion. Very cool 🙂
Rohan.
I love this! “My mind is purged” is exactly how I feel after I write something
Outstanding! Man, I can’t say how happy it makes me to see your comments. I guess I missed you… or something… I am not crying. I was just cutting onions. ONIONS I TELL YOU.
A true tango with expert form and artistry.
(Came over from Hook’s)
Nice to see you here. Any friend of The Hook is a friend of mine.
Hooray for metaphors!!!
Metaphors for everyone! Yay!
Very deep, Becster! — And yes, after 6 months of absence on your magnificent blog I have decided to call you Becster. Is that okay?
I’m coo with Becster. Glad to see your face around here Daan the man. Yep yep yep!
I’ve reblogged this, Becca.
Your words have brought me peace and inspired me. Thank you.
Glad to hear that.
I really love this! You are so right that dance and writing are so intertwined. I danced for ten years and well have been writing for pleasure my whole life and never really thought of it this way! Thanks for sharing this 🙂
Thanks for reading it! I am glad you “get it”. Fellow dancer high five!
I didn’t know you were a dancer as well!
It’s somewhat similar, yes. And at the same times it has something like drugs (I never did drugs though): it takes you miles away, boosts your energy, and you always long for more, more, MORE.
You know it! Thanks for reading. This one was out of no where :).
YES. Exactly.
Although I can’t dance. I’m the flautist in your orchestra, or a soprano in the chorus.
That’s outstanding. I can’t sing. Won’t sing. No.
For me, singing is like breathing. Dancing is more like an invitation to end up accidentally beating up the people nearby before tripping over my own feet and ending up in a heap on the floor.
Love this!! Really, there is so much similarity between dance and writing. In some ways, writing is like doing a dance with your thoughts.
You little poet, you.
Thanks Jen. That’s what I was getting at. I’m a poet and I didn’t… no. Not going to go there.
that was a very poetic moment. now – another drunk vlog please.
You got it dude.
i’m two for two today. thanks.
This is *really* good, Becca.
Really, really?! Thank Maddie. It came out of delirious 3am brain :).
I read it right after you posted it, and it took me a second to realize what you were doing. I thought it was brilliant – and so true. What a great correlation.
Cute blog!
Why thank you sir.
Fabulosimo! (Yes, it’s a word).
Anything can be a word ;). I dig it!
Such a lovely metaphor! Both are truly so important to you.
Bingo. Thanks Pixie! (Secret: I read your post on introverts at an ungodly hour of the morning and it was outstanding).
Aww thanks sweetie!
So effing cool!!
You’re effing cool.
Sometimes.. 😉
You’re both effing cool!
Let’s have an effing party!!!
I’m not sure if I can effing make the party. It really depends on the effing time. Count me as effing tentative.
Get your effing shit together Calahan!
For some reason in my mind I confused choreography with calligraphy when I read your title. That was a little weird. Love this post.
Writing can be calligraphy too, no? You aren’t far off. 🙂 Thanks for the compliment. I never write this way. Must have been the early morning haze.
I love to write and dance but never put them together. Thanks for this!
They are both passions, thus they produce a similar sequence of emotions when I am deep in the moment of doing either.
I had no idea all this time that my fingers were dancing across the keyboard. Look! They’re doing it again!
You’re welcome!
Becca,
Very very nice!
This is your brain.
This is your brain on dance.
Red
Thanks Red. It was a fun different piece to write. *leaps*
And bounds!
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