the dance of the betwixted 7/13/15

One foot, lost, in hoping for the future, the other, forlorn, dreaming in the past. This is the dance of the betwixted! Which leg leads, which leg follows? They, as a pair to stand upon, seem uninvited but the music is all around, for the now plays on. The floor, those odd coupled legs inadvertently dance upon, supports their embodied torso of secret council. Abruptly with each foot speaking, conversely fumbling, oddly together, but not in a good way. There is no shared rhythm of solution filling their soles. And as two distinct styles with thought and feeling, there are no positions of posture coordinated where they work together towards the bodily expression of the beat or the swing and sway momentum of the now as encouraged by the song. They appear together much like a summer fan, turned on high, but teetering on the rim of a bucket, full to that brim with sooty swamp water. With expected shock, either the fan falls in or the bucket turns over to engulf. Freaky electric bleak will become this dance’s next really out of control phase. And then you can forget about the dance being of the musical now with its many joyous expressive options. Depression and anxiety are, yes, these two different limbs but they really don’t partner well as a pair for dancing into this now. Yikes, stop the music and render assistance. Where to start? How did those legs get in here as together? I guess they are two different versions of the same being at work. Yes, still hearing the now music and that’s where they each start over and over again. But the past leg has long forgotten this dance and the future leg has not really practiced it into form. This then is theirs, the dance of the betwixted!