descent
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
my castle is crumbling. I am bereft, treading water,h esitant.
what of dance? my muse, tonight, she was aloof.
perhaps it is the venue - or is it england? the english?
too careful, too contained, too polite.
clawing my way into cat's corner, trying desperately to collect and store names, faces.
no, its ok, be business, make connections, set up a blues night, administrate, organise.
they will not love me more if I am a better dancer
would they even deserve it? most of them are simply skilled, clever.
I see very little light in the room
only my first lead, surely african and not english
sigh, perhaps I am overtired,
but I feel something is lacking here, in this place
Posted byKarma at Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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