Surfing

Posted on by February 25, 2020

I’m not talking ballet here. I’m trying to explain the hedony. I throw myself forward lusting into the Dionysian spontaneity. The arena is carnality alive, and all of us are hungry sybarites while the music plays. We blare, and trumpet, and thunder. I do not fall into their arms expecting asylum.  And yet, there is a safe core where the rhythm is deep enough to hold me if I dive in, so long as I keep time with my body while I ride to the shore. This is not sanctuary but an entry point. The dance begins in the air.

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Linking up here with Trifecta, this week brought to you by the word “safe”.

This is also my submission for Lance’s 100 word song response. This week’s song is The Black Crows’ Hotel Illness. My response is as much to the group as this specific tune. I heart The Black Crows.

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Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.

Comments

Surfing — 22 Comments

  1. My heart always thinks it can dance better than my head knows it can . . . and certainly more than my feet can .. . . but I have music in my soul – and find it this piece. Thanks

    • Thanks Barbara! If I really tried to crowd surf I'd wind up trampled underfoot, but it's something that has always fascinated me!

  2. Thanks Lance! It's a fun game you're running. Much more engaging than even D&D in its time was for me!

      • Sadly, I feel my body is a little too old to start now.
        Hell, the last time I even attempted to skank, I was sore for a bit afterwards. And I was only dancing with the kids in my living room!

  4. I love this piece I felt a building of tension that led right through the piece. The ending is perfect!

    • Thanks Rachel! I wish I could capture the spasmodic feeling that comes with dancing. I'm still working on that.

  5. Ooh, love this! Never crowd surfed but always thought it looked like fun… oh, and I heart Black Crowes, too. 😉

    • I've always felt like it's something I ought to do sometime. In case I never get to it physically, I can now at least say I've done it in my mind!

      • I understand. The smithing can be very tedious, but the results are splendid.

  7. Very sensual, with a touch of longing. I've never surfed either, but you make it seem very like something everyone should do at least one in their life.

    • "May have been" I like your safe wording there ;P Truthfully, though, I've never even been part of the ocean. I get squirmy in a hurry in confined spaces these days, so I may never do it, either. Somehow, having two children with no concept of personal space has turned me COMPLETELY claustrophobic.

  9. I think you captured it, Jester. There is a certain safety in leaping into the arms of people who are just as moved by the music as you are. There is also a little bit of pain, as I remember. Lots of hands, some of them forgetful and some of them opportunistic.

    Thanks for sharing this with us. I love the mix of music and words.

    Hope to see you back for the weekend challenge.

    • We're travelling this weekend, so I may miss 🙁 I hope not, though! Hopefully, I'll have a few minutes either tomorrow or in the car.

  11. I always imagined there could be a moment like that, surfing the crowd, like a trust fall but deeper, but I never thought of it with quite that much power.

    • The funny thing is that I could never imagine myself doing a trust fall, but I can totally see myself crowd surfing.