“I chose you for your weaknesses” – #Pina

Aurélie Dupont is a well known French ballet dancer who performed with the Paris Opera Ballet as an Étoile. She is now the director of dance for the Paris Opera Ballet.

 

In an interview she says that in one day, as she was working under the direction of Pina Bausch, the German choreographer told her :

“Okay, you’re a very tough woman, you’re a very tough dancer, but I’m sure you’re very sensitive, and that’s why I chose you, and I want you to show me this. Because your strength, your force—I don’t care. I want to see your heart.”

Aurélie shortened it for the magazine’s interview :

“Do you know why I chose you? For your weaknesses. This is what I want to see of you”.

Oh my, this is a good seed, right?

 

The main question is :

What is the balance, in Pina’s brain, between

  1. I really want to see her weaknesses
  2. I have to say this to her, as a coach, to crack her toughness as an ambitious dancer.

 

This leads to another set of questions :

What is this state, when you’re almost at the point “to discover yourself”? What do you need, then? Another person? An accident, something which stops you until you discover your last step? A sentence you read somewhere, or hear? A friend? A surprise?

When you’re tough, hard with yourself, with the goal to be flawless, why do you always meet a point where you realize it’s a wrong way up?

Why do I always go back to this pattern, which is : when you’re stuck, your next path is maybe to find and develop ANOTHER FACET of you, which is often the contrary of you?

 

Mme Dupont was tough and very good. But Pina revealed something to her : you’re great, but now show us that you’re weak too, that you have a heart under your perfection.

 

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Release tension / Increase tension

Repetitive music is interesting to study, though you… rapidly understand what’s “going on”, right?

Propellers (Philip Glass) or Pulsations (Steve Reich), all have a way to repeat (obviously) patterns until you CRAVE something different. In Music for 18 Musicians, it’s wonderfully weaved. YouTube it if you want!

Modern dance often use repetitive music. They can use the same structure : repeat-repeat, making the audience wait for something. It’s one knack, after all, to… catch attention. And it’s rhythmic, thus energetic. It works! The risk is to lose everybody in the process, héhé…

OK. A friend of mine told me about a modern dance ballet he saw recently. It was about, if I remember well, naked men and woman queuing and repetitively walking in line. Yikes!

The beginning of this piece was long and… interestingly boring. The fact that dancers were naked was implying an erotic tension in the audience, this kind of electricity (made of “blushing with pleasure”) we call in France “Le Trouble” (how come you don’t have this word in English??). Understandable…

But it was long, repetitive… (sigh).

So a strange weaving was weaving its weave in my friend’s mind :

  1. Decrease the “blushing tension” because you get “used to” these naked bodies walking in lines.
  2. Increase the waiting, the “crave for something new” in the ballet.

…which eventually happened. Of course! It was all the engine of it, obviously, and, well, he LOVED it!

 

Here, I grab a pattern, it could be a tool : Increase A while Decrease B.

What would you do with that in Marketing? In a poem? In a music? In therapy? Elsewhere?

Tell me.

Thanks for reading!

 

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The Quirky Dance of Double Rejection

When I was in my twenties I was reading all Chögyam Trungpa‘s books. This guy (a “preeminent teacher of Tibetan Buddhism”) taught me many things. One of them was :

“Let go when someone tells you to get lost”

Trungpa says that if you nag & beg this person, then you’ll become a demon (he uses this word). I didn’t find again the exact quote, but I remember he was also talking about this image :

  1. The rejecter is walking, he says “get lost”.
  2. The rejected is begging and becomes a demon.

Well, I think we’ve all been there, that makes sense, right? This article is about what happens next.

  • The rejected understands.
  • Stops walking, and shuts up.
  • (It’s his way to say : “Fine! Get lost too!”)
  • He walks again, back on his own path.
  • Silent double walk.

See me coming? Yes you do! OK, take a deep breath and visualize this :

  • The rejecter slows down, now, thoughtfully.
  • Then he walks in front of the other walker.
  • He says : “Let’s talk”.
  • The other walker doesn’t slow down, thinking the three-letters : “WTF”.
  • He walks, it’s his turn to say “Get lost!”.
  • Voilà!

It’s why I called quirky this strange dance, which exist between complicated lovers of course, but also between friends, family, spouses, siblings, companies, etc.

The rejecter rejects then is being rejected by the one he rejected when he doesn’t want to reject the other one anymore.

Make a loop of this. Dance.

Dial, then Lever :

What do we do of this dial? What does that mean? Is there an invisible string between the two walkers, a bond? What should they do? What should they say? How to stop the dance? Walk on more distant path? Having fun eventually? Realize it’s a dance and it could be great? Tango?

Thanks for reading!

 

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Mistaken & Mugged : Chronicle 1

Sometimes you just need a title to make an article. Not a good article, OK, just “an” article. Or a chronicle. I realized (it’s never too late) that many bloggers just write chronicles, little things of life. I have to admit that it works, it gives a color, and somehow the reader can grab a little seed from it.

My daughters are discovering a movie : Forrest Gump. I could hear the drawling southern accent (now I hear that) from the first seconds (happening in Alabama). Remembering the “Life is like a box of chocolate you never know what you get” thing. Seeing Forrest finding a feather, delicately opening his suitcase to put her in a book. Yes, “her”. For a French, a feather is “une plume”, it’s absolutely and strongly feminine. Her.

I used to find feathers a lot, a long time ago, as signs and coincidences. At this time, I was writing hundreds of letters for Swanny – who never read them (of course). You never know what you get, right? Now when I see a feather I see a feather. I try to.

Just watched Pina, from Wim Wenders (the trailer is here). This movie (about the great choreographer Pina Bausch) needs to be seen in High Definition. It succeeds tremendously in making us understand that dance is telling us things out of ideas, out of subtilities of words or even concepts. Then I discussed about Hip Hop Battles with my daughter. Thinking two things :

  • I don’t like improvisation. I have too much empathy for that. I can SEE the guy trying this and that, this is exhausting. Same in music. OK for masters, Coltrane and Monk, but generally I prefer written music. And rehearsed, organized dance…
  • I said to my girl – watch Pina. Thinking about this idea, this tool : If you’re good in your Art, you should read and study OTHER Arts, or other branches of the tree. I’d respect a lot an architect studying harmony in music, or a rapper studying Verlaine.

Most of my American friends tend to dissuade me to visit “The South”. Nevertheless, I will go (if I visit the USA one day). And Atlanta too. I love Faulkner, and Tennessee Williams, you know? Yes it’s a paradox : I live in the North of France, and I think I’d be happier to live in Portland, Seattle or Minneapolis, my type of climate, my type of mood. I dislike sedativeness :

I read this morning a frightening article about San Andreas Fault (it’s here : http://www.latimes.com/local/california/la-me-lopez-jones-quake-05142017-story.html ). I just remember this paragraph :

It’s human nature to live in denial, especially in California, where natural beauty is a sedative. We know the state is cracked and creviced from head to toe, San Francisco once burned to the ground, and we’re overdue for another massive shaker that could take lives, cripple the economy and leave millions of people without water and power for months.

As I study English daily, I daily find difficult words, new words, or vague words, like mug (can be a large cup, to rob violently, a face, or a stupid person). That’s very confusing : a ugly mug lost his mug, mugged by a mug?! So I typed “mugged”. For my title, remember?

I watched a live moment from the always whispering Filthyratbag (Celeste, it’s on Instagram), who is very enigmatic. You never know how to dance with her. I added a little drawing, là, en bas, down under. Quietly sarcastic, tenderly ugly, a new type of chekovian heroin, for sure. Always when I meet her work my left eyebrow climbs a bit.

I read a little the Japanese travel book of Nicolas Bouvier. Found this Basho haiku in it :

Summer grass, all that remains of warriors dreams.

The French way is :

L’herbe flétrie d’été
C’est bien tout ce qui reste
Du rêve des guerriers

What remains of MY dreams? Summer witted grass?

Also, this from Seng t’san :

Cessez de vous en faire
Et suivez le courant
Si vos pensées sont liées
Elles perdent leur fraîcheur

Stop worrying,
and follow the current
If your thoughts are tied up,
they lose their freshness

So, OK, I follow. Observer sans juger (watch without judging), Amor Fati and sequere deum!

Thanks for reading! Bon dimanche !

 

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Proposition

A proposition is disturbing, a proposition comes to you, towards you : it’s an impetus, it gives you something to feel, a proposition is the contrary of a steady lukewarm attitude, a proposition is showing a potential of actions : if you accept it, it will build, with you, another state of your life, a proposition can be interesting, a proposition can move your brain, your spirit, or put you on alert, a proposition is an invitation, a proposition shows you a new way to organize the world, a proposition shows you a contrast between what you have and what you could have, a proposition is an upsurge : the world is talking to you, you can be modified by it, a proposition can make you move, a proposition can destabilize you, a proposition can trigger a rearrangement, a proposition can result to a big satisfaction, to a richer moment, a fulfillment which could join up with your personal library of experiences and make you available for more exploring paths.

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