More and more I wonder maybe the Hokey Pokey really is what it’s all about.
All this shimmying around and wiggling about, all these funny steps, up and down and in and out and round about, and you have no idea where it’s going and maybe none of it means a damn thing. But it’s wacky, senseless fun when you just give in. Love the nutty thing. What else is there to do? May as well get in the circle and play. Maybe no one in that bouncing blob of bodies knows what they’re doing really, but it gets more fun the more people join in. Cast aside your aims, throw up your arms. Surrender to the silly, the absurd, the pointless. Just dance. No fixation for point. No idea what you’re doing there. Or why. Never mind the proper way. Or what you look like doing it. We all look ridiculous anyway. Strict motion looks all the more preposterous. You’ll end up tripping on your own feet. Or not having any fun, the most tragic loss of all. And vying to make sense of it all just ruins it. Who cares the reason you’re playing? Reasons never hold the clout they promise. Let go, let be. That is the only freedom.
And so, kiddies, I say put your left hip in. Spin and wiggle and shake it all about. Do it on skates. Do it with loose, far-flung, swinging moves. Swing out wildly. Put your whole self in. Put your whole self out. You do the Hokey Pokey and you shake yourself about. And when you stop to wonder how silly you look, what the hell it all means, when it’s gonna get you somewhere…you just turn yourself around. And that’s what it’s all about.
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