I am interested in how other dancers practice. I have an online crew of about a dozen folks that I have gotten to know over the last decade, and though we are in very different parts of the world we have a group we check in with to talk about what we did in our day. Practice to me is a broad word. For all dancers it means movement, class, technique, rehearsal. But in my experience it also means listening to and learning about music, thinking about the bigger picture , travel, culture, context, and research. I like to keep the ‘why’ involved along with the ‘how’ and the ‘what’! Many dancers I know are not full time dancers, and I particularly like to hear about how part-time pros and serious hobbyists keep up with dance while juggling day jobs. There is no wrong answer when it comes to a personal practice methodology, and it is an ongoing, changing, dynamic process with an ebb and a flow.

Given all that, when I saw Dancers Group, a rockin’ local organization in my city, was hosting a panel on Practice Discourses on a winter evening at a local performance space as part of their Dancers Discourse Project, I knew I wanted to go and listen to what my colleagues had to say.

On the panel were some folks who were known to me by name only, and some folks who I had not heard of. Old school stalwarts of the Bay Area Contemporary dance scene such as Sarah Shelton Mann, Nina Haft and Margaret Jenkins were representing, along with a fellow I only know from Facebook but feel a kinship with (punk rock + dance!), Brontez Purnell, plus a new to me dancer, Dia Dear. Moderators were Jesse Hewit and Larry Arrington. It was a great group to hear in conversation.

I won’t lie: I often feel like a poser at contemporary dance events, which is my own silly issue. I have to build myself up and remind myself that everyone has their path, not to get on my high horse and blurt out random accomplishments to attempt to prove something no one cares about, and just…chill. While a lot of it stems from my dance form not always being taken seriously by varied groups of people, the truth is in these kinds of situations it really is mostly in my head. Though the bulk of my work and thinking is done in and around Southwest Asian, Arab, North African and belly dance and music contexts, I have also participated in DanceUSA conferences (on a grant, even!), and various other non-Arab dance workshops and events and what do you know…no one has ever been a jerk to me. Imagine that! I even teach at a big city dance center that is mostly ballet and modern dance, and have done so happily, and feeling supported and welcomed, since 2003. The good thing about discourse-based events like this is you learn everyone feels left out or awkward sometimes—-you get to hear what people are thinking rather than make guesses as they grunt though class next to you. Yay discourse!

I thought I would use my little blog platform here to share some of what I got out of this event. I took a lot of notes, and 7 or so weeks later have stumbled across them again. I think there is some value in them, and hope my readers might as well.

The evening started, as so many conversations among non-tech people in San Francisco do lately, about changes in our city and in our region. It was generally agreed that as artists we are seeing even more of a commercial based exchange than ever before in a city that is altering, or being altered, faster than any of us can remember. Calling yourself an artist is a precarious thing to do in what are precarious times. It’s rough times for dancers out there to spend time doing anything but making commercial work and making a living, which does not bode well for artistic growth or even maintenance. This is the reality and the context of all dance discussions in this town.

The panel talked about practice as an expanded concept of what we do in a day–including what we do to keep our chins up in the above-referenced challenging economic times. This really resonated with me as a person who, as I mentioned, likes hearing the nitty gritty of how dancers live, act, and practice every day in the regular old world and recognizing all of that as part of their practice. Someone referenced Merce Cunningham talking about practice: “It’s easy when you learn how to do it..but you’ll never learn how to do it. That’s my practice.” (Note: I looked for a reference to this quote and could not find it, so it is likely a paraphrase. Merce had some great quotable things to say.)

In one of my very favorite parts of the evening, Nina Haft talked about her experience as a martial arts student and practitioner, and how that informed her ideas about being a dancer and a dance maker. She said that in martial arts getting older meant having more to offer—-and that that felt like the exact opposite of dance. She said that in martial arts, older folks could kick your ass without even getting near you—-the goal, in fact, was to never perform and practice is what gets you to that point. It is all about control, control that comes with time. She went on to talk about the mystery of ‘levels’ in dance classes and it really often being an unspoken hierarchy. She learned to greatly appreciate the clarity of a belt system in martial arts. Finally, she talked about the unskilled person (a white belt) playing an important role. Simply by being unpredictable, they make the black belts better.

How beautiful is that, you guys? It made me reflect on the concept of beginners mind, of always having something to learn, of revering our masters but welcoming our newbies, of honoring everyone involved, and of never taking anything or anyone for granted. I recall attending classes with Lorna Zilba in the 1990s. She chose to run her classes as mixed level, beginners next to pros. I had been making my living as a performing dancer for a while, thought I knew a thing or two (such a dangerous, silly thought pattern!), and was not always sure about her methods. In fact, being thrown out of my comfort one and being surrounded by variety (while still being challenged as a student) became a big part of my development as a dancer. Nina’s comments on the panel also reminded me of a scene in Carlos Saura‘s documentary film and love letter to dance and music, ‘Flamenco‘, where an older woman gets up to sing and dance and holy shit—-the power behind her just getting out of her chair is mindboggling. It comes right through the screen, and she does not have to do much to show that she has everything to offer, a lifetime of experience to show and tell. Everything. At risk of romanticizing or simplifying things, in general the reverence shown to older singers, dancers and participants in dances of the people and folk dances can be powerful. That is not true in many contemporary forms around the world. I saw it in Egypt among many folkloric styles as well, though not usually in raqs sharqi. Nina talking about the appreciation of the older master along with the need for the younger learner resonated with me, especially in a world where ‘younger’, ‘faster’, ‘snappier’, and ‘harder’ sometimes is taken to mean an evolutionary form of ‘better’. This seems shortsighted. What are we missing out on as dancers? As audience members? As dance makers? As humans?

Okay, back to the event!

Brontez Purnell hit it out of the park when he talked about formalizing what he was already doing in his life. I wrote down exactly what he said: “Fuck, if I don’t class it up people are gonna think I’m just a drunk slut in my underwear. So I started a dance company.”

Anyone else find that as liberating as I do?

I’ll end on a note that made me feel so much better about it all. Sarah Shelton Mann said, “I quit every year.” I believe all dancers who have been around for a minute can relate to this, and hearing it from someone who is a ‘name’—-decades on the scene, national grant recipient, highly respected—-was shockingly reassuring to me. She hasn’t quit, obviously, but admitting she wants to sometimes? Yup. I needed that! She went on to talk about how her work has changed. Some years it has been a full time company, some years a part time company, some years project based work. Ebb and flow.

At this point we had been going almost two hours. As the moderators moved folks into breakout groups to continue the conversation with everyone, I slipped out, and walked through the cool night air toward my bus stop, my head a mix of thoughts and emotions.

In my notebook I wrote “talking to self = practice“. I’m not sure who said it, or if it was a thought that came up during one part of the chat or even on the bus ride home. But I believe this implicitly. There is the physical, though truthfully my own dancing never flourished through an aerobic style methodology alone. I am willing to work hard physically, and love waking up knowing without question I danced the day before, but that alone is…hollow. The ‘it will burn!’ mentality is a turn-off. I need thought, authenticity, realness, brains, and purpose behind the movement.

So how does all this apply to belly dance, a form that modern practitioners in the globalized dance scene can not always even agree on defining the exact same way?! I can only speak for myself and my approach. To me, and in my practice, it has meant asking the tough questions, using definitions and methods that come from source cultures, remaining true to myself as a person while I explored, and learning to look at those who came before me and taking their work seriously—-even the ones who never gained popularity outside small circles or a period of time. It has meant never taking anything as gospel truth, even things I have seen with my own eyes. But it has also meant personalizing it all a bit, while still trying to balance ego and staying hungry and open. I am a dancer, it is a huge part of my life and livelihood. My aim has been to dance a style rooted in a place not my own, and it has meant accepting that, like my Arabic speaking, I may always dance with an accent (luckily I like accents and dialects). It has meant larger intellectual learning, which–perhaps paradoxically to some readers—-has in fact allowed me to ultimately let go and experience joy and dancing without thinking. It is only though the daily drudge of practice—-dance class, daily movement, observation of peers and dance mammas and grandmammas (and some pappas!), reading, traveling, listening, thinking, making mistakes, admitting when I’m wrong, the solidity of knowing when I am right or recognize a truth, knowing when to say no, being brave enough to say yes, being a good physical ‘editor’ (belly dance does not require the kitchen sink!), being scared, feeling silly, quitting dance jobs I fought hard to get, knowing when to limit my artistic input and when to widen my views—-that I have come to a place where I finally think I might know a thing or two. And yup, a couple of those things I know is that there is always more to know, solidity is an illusion, there is no such thing as perfect. And none of that means I have nothing to say or offer as a dancer—-quite the contrary. In fact, letting go of ‘perfect’ as some kind of goal and seeing practice as a continuum and a process and a daily habit has allowed me to to stretch more artistically than I did before, take more risks, and be confident and aware in the moment while not being scared of ‘failure’. Things change in different contexts, and that is okay. We can work in a shifting medium if we stay flexible and stay true. Practice is performance, practice is the thing, and the journey is, in fact, the destination. No one else will see it even as you are doing it all the time, it is just your daily life that may get glimpsed by a lucky few when it comes together for performance.

And it is worth it.

Keep practicing, guys! I welcome your thoughts, comments, and hearing about your own practice should you be moved to share.

Can you see the back of my head in the photo above? 😉


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4 thoughts on “Practice”

  1. Hi Monica – enjoyed reading that – the idea that white belts sharpen black belts’ practice and concentration through their unpredictability was something I hadn’t thought of before. Thanks for recording the thought.

    What on earth is going on in San Francisco on a day to day level? What I read in the British media involves many Google buses and much gentrification. Lived there though the 80s and I have very fond memories of the city. The grimy rubbed up against the posh, as I remember. It sounds as if everything is getting smoothed out and smoothed over into a general vanilla cream. Is it a blip, do you think?

    Thought you might enjoy this crosswordy radio programme – or some of it at least If the programme itself doesn’t travel, Arachne’s handy cryptic crossword tips should do. She was saying that she can’t solve crossword clues, not even her own. If she hasn’t seen them for a while, she can’t even remember how she constructed them.

    By the way – I don’t know if Cossack dancing is part of your repertoire but I thought you might enjoy this clip, on the level of the human joy of movement

    All best wishes

    1. Hi Elaine,

      Thank you for the kind comment. That unpredictability concept really resonated with me, too.

      San Francisco is out of control. The posh is quickly overtaking the grimy, and the edges are slowly being filed away. Large swaths of the city are becoming a suckfest of bro culture, there is lots and lots and lots of money, a bit of a company town feel, and way too much of a precious twee boutiquey vibe. And did I mention hella money? A bit worrying at best, and terrifyingly unlivable at worst, for the average jane or joe and the average freak. The whole google bus thing is terrible…workers bussed out from the city to work (and expected to work on their commutes), back for evenings and weekends, therefore making for neighbors with a different set of priorities than those who spend more time here, if that makes sense. The mayoe has given massive tax breaks to tech companies to either stay or relocate here, giving the rest of us a line that the money will trickle down into the neighborhoods. Alas, part of the tech culture is to have everything on site–food is catered or brought in, services are in-house–so small businesses around the tech offices do not benefit much at all.

      A blip? Not sure, it is pretty radical. Lots of folks holding their breath to see what is next, and many–who have made long lives here–making a plan B if they are the next ones evicted.

      I have another blog you might get a kick out of where I document the un-shiny parts of the city I still see on the regular–a bit of ‘we’re still here !’:

      Thanks for the crossword link! *happy dance*

      And while Cossack is not part of my repertoire, I certainly love all good dance, especially done in the style ‘of the people’!! It was neat to see that style done off stage, not ballet-ified. Plus, family rumor has it that a great uncle did that kind of dance after being conscripted into unwanted Soviet military service as he traveled around as a circus performer. Always wish I could have met him!



      1. Hi Monica – I’m going to catch up with your other blog – thanks for the link. I think it’s really important to document such things. Where I live in the UK now – Brighton, had a small taste of what SF is suffering a few years ago when a lot of people from London sold up and moved down here, with tons of money and an expectation of nice tidy fun. We got tidied up and Starbucksified a bit, but, luckily, we survived with our sense of ourselves intact. And we didn’t have the thing that San Francisco seems to be suffering – big, high paying corporations like Google far away so that your city becomes a dormitory town. When I lived there, the energy of the city was focused on the city itself, for good or ill.

        Glad you liked the crossword link – just in case it doesn’t travel, the pdf with it is super handy

        Yes, I liked the fact that the Cossacks were dancing for themselves, rather than for a show. I liked the way they called each other out to dance and I liked the way the older men were so spry on their feet. When I lived in Greece I remember seeing older married couples dancing traditional dances together – often in their living rooms at Easter, with a white handkerchief, if I’m remembering right. My strongest memory of those dances is seeing the energy of the dance itself stripping away the years. You could see their young selves as they danced. There was something about the lightness of their steps and the physical, muscle memory of the dance.

        By the way, in your Egyptian dance work, have you come across El Tanbura? (You probably have – we caught them in the British Museum a while ago, in among the mummies) I like this video because it reminds me of seeing Egyptian men doing dance moves

        By the way – what’s bro culture?

        All best wishes


  2. Hello!

    Yes, I know El Tanbura. Hadn’t seen that video though, it was lovely. I have a strong bias toward Egyptian dance and music being among the best thing ever, though!

    Bro culture…fratty, white, young, partying, jockish? Not inherently bad but en masse can be horrifying. 🙂 Some folks in SF regularly use the term ‘tech bros’ for the new wave of incoming well-heeled young male-dominated workforce. Brogrammer is another popular, albeit mainly derisive, term.


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