Category: Dance
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Catching Casanova
Giacomo Casanova (1725 – 1798). Ish. Picture the scene. It’s the mid-eighteenth century. We’re in Italy; Venice, actually. The Carnival is coming to its close. Noble folk (and lesser-noble for that matter!) are all partying like it’s 1999. All are dressed in elaborate clothing, wearing stunning full masks, some with head-dresses made out of the…
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View from the window: External Decorations
This post links to my latest post over on Splodge and Splatter, and also provides a little background to Icewolf’s intergalactic tale, the third part of which can be found here. Being at the far end of the Galaxy, as I seem to be at the moment, in the Mansion, of course, I’m seeing a…
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They Arabesque, I Stutter
Adeptly, and with all the grace of a light-footed elephant, I glided around the ice-rink desperate not to lose focus of the mid-height wall that went around the perimeter. Confidence had gotten the better of me, and I’d ventured into the middle, away from the edge. I clambered along, deftly finding every clump of loosened…
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The Music Ends
The music starts – its tempo and rhythms define the dance. He approaches her table, and extends an inviting hand. She accepts. They take to the floor. He offers a hand and a frame. Again, she accepts, but looks away while in hold as if to say, “I’ll dance – but I’m not interested.” They…
