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So I started this thing how many months ago now? And yes this is the first posting...mostly because I spent more time thinking about what I would write and how I would make a blog that actually had a cohesive thematic thread that would suddenly be important and exciting enough for people to read regularly...than I spent actually writing something that could potentially be an actual blog.

Here I am recognizing (again) that I actually do like having a webspace where I can share things with people in writing. So that's it kids...until I feel like sharing again...here is a something that was started, and may just stay that way...


When she dances.
Upheaval. Dissipation of body.
Aching, slow death provides waves
of ever-unfurling pleasure.

Does starting here
make this seem more like writing—
less like dancing?

It’s the ache to move, to understand—
to know everything fast fast fast.
To be comforted by the music,
lost in blistered toes.

How does dancing perceive the dancer?
Is there a chance to move subtly enough
that no one else can tell—would we still
call it something to look at, to see?
Where is the moment of recognition,
the moment of understated joy?