Aspiration: Triple Tangos

Aspiration

...There were others still... for whom an orchestrated sunset was only customary to their craft. To fashion the figment of adulation was platitudinous. So to feel adored and appreciated for each insignificant display, or courtesy, just for a pretty smile. Then why such hollow joy? Since without meriting esteem for applied craftsmanship, how to respect the admiration. Perhaps knowing that average achieving secured flimsy success..." Sapphire-x [Stanza from: Aspiration 10th April 1999]

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Triple Tangos - fire & ice

22/23 August [My Mothers Birthday; a dedication]

Tango Argentino painting by Pedro Alvarez

The dance of the devotees of Pan, seems as fiery and fierce as game cockerels, sparring, with tooth and claw, and flame coloured plumes that are as proud as any peacock’s attire.

Nervous imagination had no place where the fire crackles gold and singed grass burns beneath heels, and toes, that sparkle with the metal in their clicking bounce.

A tireless constellation of rainbow coloured planets in an unending turn, that rotates the world around them.

Determined adhesion to the form, the roots of the dance that required stretches, and turns that twist her torso to be liquid and like brush strokes, delicately executed.

He lifts her wrist, with the concentration of a bullfighter lifting the bullwhip handle, before his wrist whips a well rehearsed wave, through their limbs to crackle the ice and setting sun.