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Dance became part of a vital avant-garde in 1960s America. The members of Judson Dance Theater weren't bent on destroying modern dance tradition (Martha Graham, José Limón, et al.); they simply wanted to stake out new territory. (There is, as Michael Kirby once pointed out, an implied directionality in the concept of an avant-garde.)
Inevitably, an avant-garde influences the mainstream and itself becomes history. This fall, Mikhail Baryshnikov's White Oak Dance Project begins to tour PastForward, a program subtitled The Influence of the Post-Moderns. Does anyone not find this startling? One of the century's greatest ballet stars presents and performs new commissioned work and old rebel-classics by Judson royalty: Trisha Brown, Lucinda Childs, Simone Forti, David Gordon, Deborah Hay, Yvonne Rainer, and Steve Paxton. Reports from an August performance at Princeton's McCarter Theater indicate that, while some spectators walk out, are bored, or don't "get it"a danger now that the original context of rebellion no longer existsthe bulk of the audience is entertained, and often riveted.
We don't have a raucous avant-garde today. Earlier this summer, I sat down with Paxton, then with Brown, to hash over the matter. As Paxton says, "You've got to have contrast to see anything. I strongly feel that's one reason for the avant-garde; it lets you see what the center is." But these days the division between that "center" and the fringe is more porous. If, indeed, we can determine a center. Once, shocking audiences was a political strategy, considered to be a way of waking them up (e.g., Yvonne Rainer's 1970 Flag Day piece, with its nude dancers wearing American flags as bibs; erotic display was in another galaxy). Now, on some fronts, breaking taboos is more likely to afford sensual pleasure in the name of verisimilitude (Nicole Kidman on Broadway in the buff). Too, audiences aren't easily shocked. Even The New York Times can link the words "tasteful" and "urination" (Jack Anderson reviewing a concert at the Kitchen by Jennifer Lacey and Erin Cornell). John Jasperse's rhythmic dance of genitals and breasts (Excessories)witty, taboo-challenging, and conceptually provocativehas received rave notices here and abroad.
The radical discoveries of the '60s have assumed spectacular and theatrical guises. In 1969, when Trisha Brown set a man walking down the side of a building, the deceptively simple act generated a shift in visual perspective, redefined a public site with an anomalous event, and posed an unspoken query, "Is this art, and if not, why not?" When dancers in Elizabeth Streb's highly original work dive onto trampolines, tasks mutate into heroic, pulse-quickening spectacle; and hers is not the only company to play against gravity. Contact improvisation, the "art sport" invented by Paxton in the early '70s, has become a tool for highly emotional, often violent partnering. Liz Lermann incorporates nondancers or atypical ones into a dance, and the result is a polished and inspirational image of the family of man.
Collage and unlikely juxtapositions, strategies of the '60s, inform recent work by Irene Hultman, Koosil-ja Hwang, David Neumann, Sally Silvers, and others. When they assemble contrasting "texts"drawn, say, from history and/or popular culturein insightful, offbeat, and personal ways, it's to intensify significance rather than to query it. Brown spoke admiringly of Ann Carlson's dances with live animals a few years ago as not "so much the taking apart of something as a perilous tangent all her own."
Brown recalls Simone Forti reading a poem in Robert Dunn's seminal 1960s composition course and announcing that it was a dance. "And then she and Bob Dunn duked it out for the rest of the class." Certain climates foster experiment with movement and form; one of today's battles is to win an audience. Judson Dance Theater emerged at a time (1962) when political and social revolutions were sparking the arts and vice versa, when collegiality among like-minded artists in all fields and low New York rents encouraged creative fooling around. Brown, with a rent of $15 a month, could support herself on flexible part-time work as a typist; she had time to ponder, invent, and dare. It was possible to rent a studio for $1 an hour; you could even live in oneable to roll right out of bed and into rehearsal.
Both Brown and Paxton refer to innovative work being done in improvisation. Actually, Brown brings up Paxton, who spent years single-mindedly presenting profound and mesmerizing improvisations to Glenn Gould playing Bach's Goldberg Variations and then moved on to the English Suites: "He has never settled into a system. . . . He's a master who continues to put himself into the unknown." Paxton thinks that improvisers have reached a new level of heightened sensitivity over the last three years in Europe, citing in particular David Zambrano, Franz Poelstra, Vera Mantero, Boris Charmatz, and Katie Duck. He likens the work to that of a good jazz groupalmost as if the performers have 360-degree awareness and empathy: "A high sociability has come to it. . . . You feel like you're feeling and thinking and perceiving faster. Now, that's a kind of avant-garde."