“A revolution without dance is not worth having”. I’ve seen this saying around, somewhere lately. Always felt a bit uncomfortable with it, mainly from the suggestion that changing the world requires that we all shake our groove thing.
Of course the idea has nothing to do with lifting inhibitions for the groove-challenged among us. Or maybe it does? Maybe there’s something there, some reverse psycho-motor thing whereby moving yourself to rhythm opens something up in the heart and mind.
Take it further: something meant to infuse joy and celebration at the heart of social change, making it a creative process. Not righteous indignation, not anger, which is ultimately destructive for any revolution, as John and Paul and Ringo and George sang.
Humans under the age of 10, in this sense, are in a continual state of nation-building.
Give a kid a gymnasium floor, a crowd of distracted adults, and a few other kids to bump into. Add rhythm. Revolution, right there. I’m not sure that’s the right word, but it feels subversive, in a good way. A very good way.
And then what happens, do you think, as we pass through the crucible of adolescence and begin gathering inhibitions, layer on layer? I’ve heard it said that parents don’t make children, it’s the children that make parents. Maybe in the same way kids make revolutionaries of us all. Joyful subversion in every cell of their being.
Radicals, subversives, threats to the established order. We need all those things.