I see you here Arachne, day after day, your clever fingers toiling at the loom weaving beautiful music from common thread. Your hands, like tiny birds plucking at the loom strings, birthing your stories; warning of the gods and their false tongues, they would have your tongue as your craft is divine. Worthy of their praise, yet defiant, you weave with human eyes. I see your brilliant soul Arachne; it shimmers within you, shimmers right to the surface of your luminous skin. I would have your clever fingers weave of my skin that I could feel the song of your mortal soul, so full of life and artistry. I would taste of your blasphemous tongue, is it as sweet as one that honours the gods? Or is it bittered by your wroth? Stay your quick fingers a moment bitter-sweet Arachne, look upon me as I disrobe you with my guile, what words will tempt you to turn from task and share a cup of wine? I would watch your sweet mouth taste of cup I pour for you, come Arachne, and reach with your clever fingers for mine. Let us lay a while in this glorious grotto, nest of creative spirit, let my thunder enter you, I long to see your soul shudder in ecstasy, let us weave a story of love for you to retell with your craft.
The wink of stars on a clear night, an open window to worlds beyond, it drives my soul to distraction. And when clouds fill the window of sky with the rolling of thunder, a hammer to shudder the atmosphere, lightening to brighten the mind, my toes curl with pleasure. A gentle shower gifting rainbows and prisms of light. Wind intense or subtle that I shelter or open my arms too. I pray that the subtlety to feel the pull of stars song exists within us all. I pray we allow natures thunder to enter us. Turn not blindly from the beauty of existence but embrace its unique wisdom. What do your elements ask you to feel? What do they write on the window of your life?
A little something to accompany my thoughts… (especially the words that come in at 4.40 to the end)
Not for the faint of heart. Many people over the years have said to me: “Why tango? Salsa is fun, swing is fun, everyone dancing tango look so ‘serious’.” That’s because Argentine Tango is a serious dance, like a game of chess, a debate or a competition fight in martial arts, tango is vital, improvised and in the moment with your partner. The sublime connection of two souls each versed in their craft, one leading the other submitting, yet through her submission she provides her own flavour and suggestion to the dance. The clip above captures parts of the seeking of connection, the couple do not usually dance together so their dance demonstrates improvisation between newly met dancers (it has also been edited to be more like a music video). The same dancer Juana Sepulveda (goddess) with her more (in)famous dance partner Mariano ‘Chicho’ Frumboli dancing in the below clip … (purist note: both of these clips are dancing to nuevo tango music or electronica tango rather than traditional tango musicá. I was blessed to have seen the below improvisation when it was performed live, the poem and music is from a traditional tango legend Rubén Juarez (in contemporary/nuevo form), the dance itself was breathtaking, tear evoking and stunningly beautiful.)