I was so pleased to hear today the Alice Munro has won the 2013 Nobel Prize for Literature. I have long admired Munro’s masterful way of catching the minutiae of daily life and managing to condense the human condition in her short stories. At 82, she recently released what she has suggested will be her last collection, entitled ‘Dear Life’, and plans to enjoy her retirement. Testament to the type of lady I imagine her to be, he reportedly said this upon hearing that she is only the 13th recipient of the award: “Can this be possible?” she asked. “Really? It seems dreadful there’s only 13 of us.”
I think that my obsession with words does most certainly seep into the way I work as a choreographer – taking them as inspiration, using them to build rhythm, teasing them out of performers, utilising them to document and remember. Whilst reading about Munro in the press today, I stumbled across this short quote – how she describes her own work. It struck me as quite beautiful; simple, straightforward, earnest, even, but capturing the same sense of humanity that I strive to capture in movement.
What I wanted was every last thing, every layer of speech and thought, stroke of light on bark or walls, every smell, pothole, pain, crack, delusion, held still and held together – radiant, everlasting.
I can only hope that one day, I will be as eloquent.