the confirmation bias at work

Way too much writing about running lately. The only real defense I have is that running can be connected to so much else. So a post about running can be a post about anything. Well, not anything, let’s be honest, a finite number of fancies. And although they sort of ‘define’ me, these fancies, I feel very much out of the picture here. Not much of me involved in establishing those connections. All happening subterraneously, in the canyons. You meet the record-keeper in this blog, the audience, fooled into identifying with the actors on the screen, not the director, or should I say directors, it certainly feels like a frigging crowd.

Anyways, some time ago, I was happy to be served what at that time felt like a pretty original thought to me, the deep connection between dance, parkour and thus running (check it out, it has some really cool moving images in it). The original aspect had hubris written all over it, but the canyons have their own way of pointing that out. Something recorded as being of importance by me, tends to be deposited down there, seemingly out of sight, but very much framing what is seen. It’s called confirmation bias, is a fancy of its own for me, which doesn’t diminish its hold over me in any way, and it did its work today when it made me notice a piece about dance choreographer Elizabeth Streb.

Thrilled to learn I was on to something that has made someone famous, disappointed to learn that I wasn’t original at all, puzzled by my not being put off too much by madame Streb’s art-intellectualisms, a genre of word salad that normally really bugs me, delighted by her explicit reference to parkour, and the way she makes gravity the center of her story, which resonates strongly with my chi running fancy.

Let me end with pointing out another, unrelated gem in there:

Artistically, for the audience, the action [the company] experience, has to be a kinesthetic experience, not a story-telling idea.

A powerful alternative lens for an artist. As all hedgehog ideas, one-sided, and because of that my sense of the action experience (as usual when I start moving into rant territory, based on preciously little, some short video fragments, so: ignore, ignore…) contains a fair bit of the conceptual. Nevertheless a real eye-opener. From now onward, when looking at any dance, I’ll also try to figure out what the piece does kinesthetically with me.

As ends should be new beginnings, let’s switch to what I find a kinesthetically very interesting music video, for a song that doesn’t do  much to me.

And then there is this girl, a fan of the artic monkeys, who manages to move this song quite a notch higher on my auditory pleasure scale:

About roger henke

Still figuring out the story line that would satisfy myself here. Listening to what my family and friends evoke, what the words I absorb, the images that move me, the movements that still me, point to.
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3 Responses to the confirmation bias at work

  1. Frank Kemper says:

    Ik las je laatste blog in de gauwigheid. Bij mij was een eye opener juist de story telling nature van almost anything. Maar ik heb dan ook niks met dansen

    Met vriendelijke groet,
    Frank Kemper
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