February 2, 2024
1055: Dancing at The Get Down by Cat Wei
February 2, 2024
1055: Dancing at The Get Down by Cat Wei
Transcript
I’m Major Jackson and this is The Slowdown.
Recently, my seventy-three-year-old father called to tell me how much fun he had at a local dance club. I was envious. He used to swim daily, but after health challenges, getting on the dancefloor, beneath swirling lights among deep shadows, is his preferred workout. Physical benefits aside, I think he also likes the attention of younger people at his moves. At weddings, family surround him and marvel.
Today’s poem exquisitely examines the healing space of the dancefloor, where a purifying circle of joy awaits us.
Dancing at The Get Down
by Cat Wei
there is a snowstorm outside & inside the floor is full of people & the bright discolight twinkles surrounded by four smaller orbs like Jupiter and its moons / Under its galilean orbit / its glitter cascade we are in outer space / The lights pulse blue and purple and silver & DJ tasha is a nebula over our atmosphere / We throw ourselves to the drums & our fingers are sunrays our laughter the flashes of comets / It is Thursday & we are a living kaleidoscope folding into our Mondays and out again / The man in red tights and harness hoists a tambourine / On the dancefloor rings an unbearable call you’ve got the love & we pray to the barrel drum strapped to the waist of the young man with the faded jeans / For a moment he is a god & the echoes go deeper than June / There is a river on Mars chiseled with rain cracked like a lip like wanting hewn into the millennium / There is a girl in an orange skirt who hikes it up to her knees and rolls her neck wildly like a hurricane like monsoon season in wet and dry times / It is more than hair and sweat we are flinging / When I'm dancing I do not think about my father working long past dinnertime or my mother purchasing reams of toilet paper on sale / I do not listen for tomorrow’s alarm reminding me to face the morning cold / Do you hear the sound of feet chanting? I say I always love a good party but this is our names forgetting our names our bodies reclaiming our bodies our hearts remembering our ancestors cowered fireside in the forest held by the sound of a flicker / We are planets & the contours of our breath are pulling a new milky way across the sky & no one races for the exit at the last song / We open our mouths like drinking rain & no one wears heels on this dancefloor / There is plenty of room on this dancefloor for the girl in the golden dress to leap into her lover’s arms / On the edges in the shadow I listen for the wail and pitch as we work ourselves into a frenzy / There’s something about darkness / Sometimes before bedtime I turn off the lights and light a candle just to feel the dark closing in / The flame is a living thing a hot / a wild / and burning.
"Dancing at The Get Down" by Cat Wei. Used by permission of the poet.