Tuesday, January 30, 2007

dance class doozie....

dag........... i went to african dance class today.. the first time i've been to formal class in YEARS!!! boy, lemme tell u.. whatever grace and ease at movement i THOUGHT i had, went out the window once them drums started up! bayyybeh.. OhMyGahhhhh... lemme'tellya, it was one hour of
sssssssttttrrrreeetttttcccchhhhiiiiinnnnggggg my long body
and then somebody pulled the trigger and we were OFF!!!
feetarmsheadUP/feetarmsheadDOWN feetarmsheadUP
AROUND&AROUND&AROUND
i didn't keep up.. i just KEPT. kept moving.. kept dancing. dancing wrong. wrong foot. wrong turn. wrong kick. wrong clap! but i had the time of my life....... so me thinks we shall keep going til i ain't got no mo' dance left in us.
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The poem 2/17/07 10:41 pm-

…the dance in me... (first draft)

dag...........

went to african dance today..

first time goin’ to formal class since

the last time i went to formal class.

and that’s been

years.

boooy, lemme tell u..

whatever grace&ease at movement

i THOUGHT i owned

surely needed reexamining

once them drums gave

invocation.


bayyybeh...OhMyGahhh ...lemme'tellya!

it was one complete hour of

sssssssttttrrrreeetttttcccchhhhiiiiinnnnggggg

my long form

into ancestral expressions

then someone pulled a trigger

and we were OFF!!!


feetarmsheadUP/feetarmsheadDOWN/feetarmsheadUP

AROUND&AROUND&AROUND


i didn't keep up.. i just KEPT.

kept moving.. kept breathing.. kept dancing.

dancing wrong. wrong foot. wrong turn. wrong kick. wrong clap!


a masterpiece

of mess in the middle...

the panache of graceful struggle.

unchoreographed/unrehearsed.

uncertain.


but

i had the time of my life.......

exquisite exasperation,

and the resolve to carry on.


so me thinks

we shall keep going

‘til i ain't got

no mo' dance

left in

us.



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