A Vague Memory & Dance as Art

A train station in Paris, wrapped in black wrought iron, remembered dimly;then the night sky, glorious with stars brilliant and comforting over ocean, leads into Ellis Island's massive windows and brown benches. Sitting and waiting is made bearable by watching a canary in a wooden cage. Memory vanishes at that point.

We cannot know when humans began to step in rhythmic forms. It may be that prehistoric man celebrated a successful hunt by changing his running steps into irregular leaps and bounds, and found it so pleasing to do that the movements became ritual. And perhaps chanting began at that time, thus adding Music to Dance and forming another close relationship between two of the Arts. Most dance modes depend on a strong rhythmic beat, provided by music, that dictates their choreography.

When did you find yourself moving spontaneously to music? Were you aware you were dancing? Or marching? What music set you in motion then, and what music does so at present?

odysseuse will welcome you to May with a bit of doggerel in the next post.