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Tuesday, 1. May 2007

Morning Music



Itzhak Perlam plays Bazzini's "La Ronde Des Lutins" (The Dance of Goblins). Meanwhile, this lutin, granted a rare day of freedom, is off to the MET for rituals and prayers.

Update: My MET plans were brutally quashed when work caught up with me as soon as I emerged from the subway tunnel, across the river in downtown Manhattan, on ze crackberry with a set of urget to-dos. All I could do was eat a Noo-Yook lunch and return to the work desk. Perhaps I shall return this Saturday, with (the very distract-worthy) N with tow, if only to see "Venice and The Islamic World, 828-1797".




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Monday, 30. April 2007

The Longing Heart Seeks Dance



I don't know what to make of this tapestry of tabla over flamenco guitar other than saying it is weirdly wonderful - yet it is this piece of exquisite flamenco dancing by Joaquin Cortes which is making my heart ache, ache. As Rilke put it in his great poem, "The Spanish Dancer":

As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts white flickering tongues before it bursts into flame: with the audience around her, quickened, hot, her dance begins to flicker in the dark room.

And all at once it is completely fire.

One upward glance and she ignites her hair and, whirling faster and faster, fans her dress into passionate flames, till it becomes a furnace from which, like startled rattlesnakes, the long naked arms uncoil, aroused and clicking.

And then: as if the fire were too tight around her body, she takes and flings it out haughtily, with an imperious gesture, and watches: it lies raging on the floor, still blazing up, and the flames refuse to die - Till, moving with total confidence and a sweet exultant smile, she looks up finally and stamps it out with powerful small feet.

Ole!




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