Author: Cor Vanistendael

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Next week we are off to Scotland for a well earned holiday. We’ll go by boat and bicycle, which means that we some tough choices must be made. For example: how many books can my stamina endure on a highland hill? For the moment not too much, I suppose. But then, it can rain a fair amount for a long time in Scotland, so one has to be prepared for the worst. As tablets or e-readers are not upon my sleaves currently – I rather enjoy the smell of paper and the feeling of a solid bookcover in my hand – as a biker, it does in a way limit my reading ambitions. On the other hand: you can’t read half a library while sporting you daily miles in the saddle, even when it rains for a couple of hours every now and then.

Therefor, I consciously selected some tough road companions. Not the usual riffraff, easy reading stuff – I’d rather buy some railway novel for that purpose, Dahl’s stories and the like – but the more sticky stuff, slow reading, brain gymnastics of the proper sort. To begin with, I chose the all time classic ‘La Contredanse, un tournant dan l’histoire française de la danse’ by Jean-Michel Guilcher. I thoroughly read the original version about a decade ago, but meanwhile a new and revised edition saw the light, which I was lucky to come by in Paris last year visiting the Cité de la Musique.

Beside that I absolutely longed to re-read Stendhal’s ‘Le Rouge et le Noir’ – one of my favorite authors of all times. Last two years I indulgently plowed through his diaries which proved to be a bless and chastidy alike. Providing a few of the best written eyewitnesses on theater and entertainment business in the ‘Empire era’ in Paris ever and a rare astoundingly intimate insight in the sexual habits of the time.

But for the third book I remain in doubt. Recently I bought ‘Fabriques de Danse’ by Simon Hecquet en Sabine Prokhoris, about the evolution of dance notation through the ages. A subject I know little of until now. But then I doubt. Active, performing dancers rarely make good authors on dance history. Let aside that they would possess a broad historical prospective on the subject they are so closely connected to. Mostly dancers with a background in modern dancing or ballet struggle a good deal to step out from their daily experience and put on another thinking cap when writing about dancing in the past.

Which can be quite annoying because in the worst case, the nuance is lost and things tend to end up whether black or white. Ideally one is in the position in between the one of the dance historian (loving dance or to dance him- or herself) and an interested professional dance performer. We could in a way learn a lot from each other. In my opinion Ivor Guest is one of the great examples of someone combining a brilliant historical prospective and an extensive knowledge of ballet technique. Then he is of course married to a ballerina, (the fantastic Ann Hutchinson Guest), who is fascinated by dance history. I would perhaps better acquire a copy of her ‘Choreographics: A Comparison Of Dance Notation Systems From The Fifteenth Century To The Present’. If I only knew how to come by one. If anybody could lend me a copy, I would greatly appreciate the gesture. I would, of course, copy it before taking it on my journey not to damage the original. All ideas are welcome.

Source Photo: http://www.nagrin.com/gallery/index.html

The Floreal venue in Herent

The 1st of May is the traditional socialist international day. A good (and beautiful  day to do something about socialist heritage. The Floreal venue in Herent (near Leuven) makes an rather rare example of a building for gatherings in a rural setting. I’am not sure weather it was originally build by socialists (like Vooruit in Ghent i.e.). Until recently it was owned by a cooperative with socialist roots and the’re not planning to keep it in the future. So, high time to have a photo-shoot there to save at least the image for posterity  A amiable man of the cooperative let me in, so I could take some photo’s using a tripod. A decent heritage – activity on a day off IMHO.

Fairly Fabulous Collegues

Sometimes one gets the opportunity to meet another dance historian in real life. Remarkable as it may seem, dance historians are a rare species on a worldwide scale. The chance to encounter one next door i.e. would be in my opinion as small as to get struck by a giant meteorite in your bed at night. And yet, it does happen from time to time (meeting a dance historian, I mean). In Belgian alone, I guess, we are fewer than a dozen. So, whenever a new one arrives, you better hurry to make your acquaintance, before he or she leaves the theater again. But miracles do happen, and most of the time they do when you expect them the less. Which was exactly the case some weeks ago when I was glad to give a lecture at Dranouter. Dranouter is an awful number of miles away from Leuven and the so called ‘Heuvelland’ is a lovely place for long walks through the hills. So, my wife and I decided to stay over the weekend. Yet, there was another good reason. Unexpected, I could arrange an appointment with none the less than Georgina BoyesGeorgina Boyes, who actually decided to come live in Westouter, a few miles away from the ominous ‘folk music capital’ of Flanders, Dranouter.

It was a lovely evening, at least for me, because when dance historians meet, there will be talk about research and articles. Which is all very boring stuff for the partners, by the way. And so we had a conversation about the house, the kids, the music and at last ‘the research’. To my surprise I learned, Georgina recently published an online article about the origins of British sword Dancing. Not that sword dancing is not interesting, on the contrary, but I didn’t know until now she was so well acqainted with that particular subject. And as usual, her article ended up upsetting quite a few folk dancers in the U.K. This, of course, didn’t come as a surprise to me. Some folk dancers are more than easily upset anyway. The reason behind their “upsetness”, is that they tend to have certain sentimental affections for all kind of historical theories about the origin of the dancing they practice. Having their way, it would be rare, unique in the world and ancient as mankind. Claims are made as far reaching as the old Greeks, Celts, Germans, Paganism, Stonehenge (which is dated even 2.000 years earlier than the tribes mentioned), etc. Proof for this claims: zero. Research to proof this claims: equally zero.

And so some hard stuck myths can carry on for generations among folk Dancers. Until the cruel day, one of their beloved stories is torn apart by a dance historian with sardonic pleasure. It happened to me as it happened to Georgina in the past and it probably will continue to happen the rest of our lives. My own accomplishments in this field are still less in number, but I’m pretty sure some Flemish folk dancers owe me one or more of their disillusions. Which actually isn’t very hard to come by. For example: folk dancers in Flanders claim that ‘their dances’ are to be unique for the village they were once recorded some time in the past, to save them for posterity (this bizarre idea exists not exclusively in Flanders by the way). This so called ‘traditional dances’ would in a way – which obviously cannot be rationally explained – carry the heavy burden of some massive local traditions or at least be inspired by the very spirit of them.

Therefore, it typically cannot simply be an ordinary ‘Quadrille’ but rather ‘THE Kadril (note the subtle change in orthography) of Bommerskonten’. Or something. Proving that the locals distilled after centuries in splendid isolation, their own kind of quadrille-like dance. Which is of course historically nonsense, regardless from which point of view you decide to argue. Whether you call it ‘variation’ or ‘invention’, a locality or a community, all by itself, seldom invents something that henceforward conquers the world. Individuals sometimes do. And typically for dance history: it are the individual dancers who embody the knowledge of the dance, not the village or ‘the community’. And whether the local stuff inspires them? We arguably should suppose it does! Mozart was more than probably inspired by local Prague beer or gorgeous waitresses whilst composing Don Giovanni to say the least. But in the end, it perhaps makes a good pub discussion, but bad dance history all the same. And so folk dancers are frequently offended whenever you break down some myth they cling to. It is a fate most dance historians share wherever they live on this planet. We are doomed to be appreciated as Very. Bad. People. It is our lot in life.

That said, the hypothesis Georgina put forward, is a bold one, mind that. But not unsound in my opinion. She simple tries to give a more rational explanation for the fact that sword dancing rarely occurs in British historical sources before the 18th century. Which contrasts starkly with the numerous examples here in Belgium between the 14th – 17th centuries. A very clever man (he used to be an engineer for that matter) Eugène Verstraeten published somewhere in 1982 a standard work about the subject(posthumnously). “Entre autre” he mentions the number of factual citations about sword dancing he could dig up from administrative sources like the bookkeeping of cities. Mr. Verstraeten worked in his sparce free hours about 50 years to accomplish this encyclopedic work and he dug up a great deal. His idea is (and serves some good arguments pro) that sword dancing originated from Flanderes and from there on spread in the rest of Europe.

What struck Goergina now, was the fact that it appears to have been an active British catholic Nicolas Blundel (1669 – 1737) who first describes a sword dance being performed in the Lancashire area. Not only did he describe the dance as such, Nicolas explains literally that he thought the dancers how to dance it. So it is not unlikely he mastered the dance before them. The question that arises immediately is: where did he learn it in turn? The date is also remarkable – 1712 – around the same time a typical British dance fashion – country dancing – started to conquer the world, having been introduced at the court of Versailles a bit earlier by Mr. Isaac, the dancing master of the Stuarts. Nicolas Blundel had been educated in Saint-Omer in the North of France and Flanders, where he could have picked up sword dancing. The reason he moved there temporarily had the same background as Mr. Isaac’s: because roman catholics where prosecuted in Britain in the years before and after the “Glorious Revolution”.

And there is never such a thing as coincidence, in my opinion and in Georgina’s as well. One should first look for a sound explanation considering the historical context of the actors involved, before unleashing wild guesses about stone- age tribal rituals or Anglo-Saxon pageantry. Historical fact proves that more than often prosecuted British Catholics were barred from university on the Isle so the sought education for their children abroad, which meant, in the catholic institutions there. Some of the most renown institutions at the time, were run by Jezuits, so it was quite natural for Blundel to seek his lessons there as his father and grandfather had done before him.

Jezuits here in Flanders at the time, were offering a well established school system that typically included high level tutoring of the performing arts: music, theater, speech and of course dance. To dance well was considered throughout the 17th and 18th century the “nec plus ultra” of good manners and a distinctive sign one was a ‘Gentil Homme’ (of Noble Blood or spirit). Having stayed for years abroad, having learned to dance well and to play music, one could, obviously, pick up some local dance habits.

Which is exactly what Georgina proposes as an hypothesis. Nicolas Blundel would originally have learned the sword dance in Flanders during his schooling and introduced the dance after his return to the locals of his area. Sometimes mentioning the injury is as good as inflicting it as far as folk dancers are concerned. Although, a hypothesis remains a hypothesis, a mere train of though or consideration which leads to sound questions, which in turn may or may not lead to further more focused investigation, that eventually may, or may not give an answers to the questions asked. The idea behind Georgina’s hypothesis is what is called ‘a cultural transfer’ or ‘distribution of repertoires’. The theory proposes that people meet and learn from each other. Which is true of course, and the more so when one considers dancing. Writing down dances always has been a risky affair, even for well trained dance teachers. So naturally, dancers learn quicker from each other than from books and thus “cultural transfer” seems a far more likely hypothesis than a ‘locality’inspiring ‘traditions’ or something. The difficulty, of course, is, that you can seldom prove directly from the sources that A learned from B or met B at all. And the chance you actually find such concise answers becomes even less likely, the further one goes back in time, regarding the fact that sources supposedly become more scarce.

But more generally, one could, of course, dive into the history of the jezuits schools here in Belgium and find out if some British refugees stayed here and how long. After that one could try to find out when and in what circumstances they returned to the Isle and in which circumstances they operated. And eventually one might take a look in their neighborhood to find out if the Sword Dances occurred before or after their return. All but questions of course, but the idea is good. Very good indeed.

To be continued…

The price of quality

As some of you might have noticed, it was remarkably quite on this blog the last few weeks. Not the usual weekly post, far from that. While working really hard on the first chapter of my book (published in Dutch only for the moment), I didn’t have any time left to prepare my next blog posts. And such negligence will have it’s effects some weeks later. Because that’s how it works on this blog. I write the posts – a few not mentioned- not fast, fast, fast. Mostly I gather ideas weeks beforehand. The writing then takes about a week.

And such negligence will have it’s effects some weeks later. Because that’s how it works on this blog. I write the posts – some exceptions  – not fast, fast, fast. Mostly I gather ideas weeks beforehand. The writing then takes about a week.

First I make up an offline draft that evolves over time. Next comes the moment I put the thing online as a concept. And eventually the final product is posted. The time between versions may vary, but a good average is half a day. Sometimes it takes several days when I come short of time. So it may happen that a post doesn’t get finished before the weekend as planned.

The week after I translate the same post in English. So quite naturally I’am bussy translating the previous post, while preparing the next. It more that often occurs that I discover some spelling errors or typos and correct them along the way. Because spelling, as you all know, is not my strong point.

And all that takes the time it should take. It is the price one pays to deliver quality. I’am a huge fan of some professional blogger out there like Steve Huff or Bicycle Design. They reach 10.000s of readers day after day and they keep surprising the world with their fantastic written texts. The major difference with me is of course: for them it’s part of their jobs. For me it remains a hobby and will remain just that in the near and far future. Lucky enough. Because to conquer the world with a blog dedicated to a niche product as ‘dance history’ would be a complete delusion of grandeur. Even when one would have – let’s say the North – Korean regime installed worldwide forcing people to read it and study it in depth – it remains a ridiculous thought. At least if one would compare the popularity of the subject to real world mass products as beautifull bicycles or fancy photocamera’s.

Which doesn’t say anything about this blog or it’s popularity. On the contrary. Compared to last year, I reach twice the number of readers a week – thank you very much for that – and it is worth every investment of time I made since. But, because of the hobby character of this blog, this guy can sometimes post nothing for a while, if there are some good reasons. An there were the last few weeks.

As I said: there was the first chapter of the book absorbing massive amounts of my time. At the same moment, my wife developed a cute visit card for my organisation, which had to be printed, delivered, distributed, etc. And last but not least, there were the lectures. One in Dranouter, I already talked about, two others last week in Mol – Rauw. And lectures, my beloved readers, are a kind of passion of mine. Needless to say that I rarely give the same lecture twice. I did. Once. It turned out a disaster. A mistake. Why? Because every audience, every venue, every mike, every context in general, is different. I can use some ideas, slides, video’s more than once of course, but in the end, it will be a different lecture all the same.

One can, for instance, never be prepared enough. In fact the time it takes to prepare a lecture is always too short. The tinsy winsy detail you can prepare, you simple should. You even must. Because Mr Murphy is lurking around every corner. If your laptop doesn’t get stolen, it is is the mike falling apart. And if they cleaned up the invaded toilets, the next hurricane shows up. Be warned. Be prepared. Or else…