{"id":21047,"date":"2016-01-27T09:01:49","date_gmt":"2016-01-27T17:01:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/spijue.wpengine.com\/news\/on-writing-dancing-with-michelle\/"},"modified":"2016-01-27T09:01:49","modified_gmt":"2016-01-27T17:01:49","slug":"on-writing-dancing-with-michelle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/life\/on-writing-dancing-with-michelle\/","title":{"rendered":"On Writing: Dancing with Michelle"},"content":{"rendered":"

. . . Doves in the elsewhere<\/em><\/p>\n

Of their cooing.<\/em>\t\t\t\t\u2014Yves Bonnefoy<\/p>\n

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I never danced before meeting Michelle. I\u2019m not sure what diffidence kept me off the dance floor, whether it was my having no idea how to or no confidence that I could or simply no inspiration. But whatever it was, it was meaningless. Michelle taught me that.<\/p>\n

We first danced on our second date\u2014although it might well have been our third date or even our fourth; we\u2019ve never been able to really say which of our earliest rendezvous first embodied the unambiguous romantic implications of a \u201cdate.\u201d Was it that first dinner at Orso, ostensibly a business meeting? Or was it the following week\u2019s meeting for martinis at Ginger? Or Herb\u2019s party? Dinner at Zephyr? Martinis at the Bubble Room?<\/p>\n

Anyway, the scene of that first dance we\u2019ll never forget: an afternoon in early January, out at Eagle Beach for a winter picnic, snow everywhere. We picnicked on salami and cheese and fruit and wine, and then, with the early winter evening coming on, we went dancing through the snow, snow up to our knees; danced along, postholing and humming that great vernal tune from the Ellington era, Billy Strayhorn\u2019s \u201cFlower is a lovesome thing.\u201d <\/p>\n

We\u2019ve been dancing together since. If you\u2019ve ever seen Michelle dance, you know her moves, the kind of wild-eyed abandon she dances with. I can\u2019t keep up, but I also can\u2019t keep from following her out onto the dance floor. I joke that I\u2019m there to keep her from flying off into space, but really I\u2019m out there hoping she\u2019ll carry me with her into orbit. <\/p>\n

The thing about dancing is that it\u2019s not confidence that gets you out on the dance floor. It\u2019s not believing that you can or even knowing how. It doesn\u2019t help to know the steps, because there are no steps. It takes wanting to be out there, really wanting it, and rock & roll makes it easy. One of the great liberating and redemptive things about rock is that you can\u2019t dance to it by knowing how. You have to give it your whole body abandon yourself to the drums the bass the thumping lunge headlong into that rhythm into that unpunctuated surge of bodies shaken loose by the music. <\/p>\n

You learn not to learn to dance. You dance. You just dance.<\/p>\n

I think that, in some weird way, writing is like that too. You learn not to learn how to write. You just write. Language comes to us as naturally as dancing: we already know how, we just need to get up off our duffs, put ourselves out there where our readers are and try to keep up. If we wait until we \u201clearn how,\u201d we\u2019ll never write. Writing isn\u2019t something we learn how to do once and for all anyway. We can just try to develop some good habits, but every new piece forces us to figure out all over again how to do it.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t surprise me that after a hiatus of more than twenty years I started writing again seriously around the same time I started dancing: after meeting Michelle. <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been teaching writing and working as an editor for most of my adult life, and I could see whole truckloads of inaccuracies and half-truths and out-and-out nonsense in the things we teach about writing. And I talked about these things in the classes I teach, but I had not committed to exploring in print the ideas that were actually floating around inside that nebula I call my brain. I resisted the urge to write the same way I resisted the urge to dance. <\/p>\n

I started writing when I realized I really want to be out there among you.<\/p>\n

We start to write by writing, by going with the words we actually have in our heads. The words will lead us where they want, trust me. We just have to keep writing them down, keep revising, keep trying to make them work harder, keep trying to find that rhythm. <\/p>\n

This column you\u2019re reading now started the way they all do \u2014 without my knowing where the words were going. I had a few simple words about dancing with Michelle\u2014Michelle, always my muse\u2014and I trusted my intuition to discover some connection between my dancing with Michelle and my writing.<\/p>\n

Writing should be a process not just of description and explanation but of exploration and discovery. If you already know exactly what you\u2019re going to say before you start, that\u2019s just rhetoric. I think of writing as a Socratic dialogue that leads both of us, writer and reader, over the borderline of what we think we know. For me, the best writing raises more questions than it answers. <\/p>\n

In his famous villanelle \u201cThe Waking,\u201d American poet Theodore Roethke writes: <\/p>\n

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This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.<\/p>\n

What falls away is always. And is near.<\/p>\n

I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.<\/p>\n

I learn by going where I have to go.<\/p>\n

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The dancing itself is the learning how. Writing is our learning to write. The diffidence that keeps us in our seats is meaningless. <\/p>\n

\u2022 Jim Hale can be contacted at jimhale821@gmail.com or through his website, https:\/\/www.jimhalewriting.com.<\/p>\n

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