THE NEEDLE

THE NEEDLE

I have been practising my needle giro. I want to get it perfectly. And so I practise and practise, like a boy determined to master a trick.

It’s one of the most difficult things to do; a complex action.

I need to be able to do it using either foot as my base, turning clockwise or counter-clockwise.

In either case, I step back with my right, I step to the left with my left, and then, if I want to turn counter-clockwise, I step forward with my right on my partner’s far-side, that is, keeping her on my right, so our hearts are further away from each other than they would be if I kept her on my left, the near-side.

I make the needle with my left foot, my instep lifted, the point of my left big toe just touching the ground next to my planted right foot at the same time as I slightly flex my right knee and rotate my thorax counter-clockwise, thus causing my partner to take a sidestep counter-clockwise, and I continue rotating my chest as I pivot counter-clockwise on my right sole, keeping the needle of my left foot exactly at the centre of the circle, so that my right pivot happens around it. As I do this, my partner takes a forward step counter-clockwise around me, and my pivot takes me through 180 degrees – which means that the big toe at the apex of my needle is now on the other side of my right foot. She takes another sidestep around me, and as she does so, I sink onto my right heel, bending my knee, and let my thorax continue turning, which gives me the power to swiftly pivot again and then, on a bent right knee, extend my left foot and let it describe a half-circle around me as she takes a back-step, followed by another side-step followed by a forward step, at which point we have rotated through 360 degrees and I invite her to pivot clockwise, so that she ends up gracefully blocked by my left foot which I bring forward and extend in front of me after its completion of its half-circle.

That’s if I want one needle gyration. If I want two full revolutions, I bring the left foot back to the original needle position it started in after it has described the half circle around me on the floor, still rotating my thorax counter-clockwise, just as she is taking the counter-clockwise sidestep that precedes her forward step, as she did at the start of the turn. Again, I continue rotating my chest as I pivot counter-clockwise on my right sole, keeping the needle of my left foot exactly at the centre of the circle, so that my right pivot happens around it. As I do this a second time, my partner takes that forward step counter-clockwise around me, and my pivot again takes me through 180 degrees – which means that the big toe at the apex of my needle is again on the other side of my right foot. She takes her next sidestep around me, and as she does so, I again sink onto my right heel, bending my knee, and let my thorax continue turning, which once more gives me the power to swiftly pivot again and then on a bent right knee, extend my left foot and let it describe the circle around me as she takes her back-step, followed by another side-step followed by a forward step, at which point we have rotated through 360 degrees a second time, and now I invite her to pivot clockwise, ending up blocked finally by my left foot which I bring forward and extend in front of me after its completion of its second half-circle.

Not a single detail of this process can be missed out, nor can any single action be fudged. If I want to turn clockwise, the preparation is different as I need to keep her on my near side, inviting her to step back on her left as I step forward on my left, but then I place my right behind my left for a half beat, which enables me to step forward again on my left, but now my left matches her step back with her right. By this means, I am in the correct position to make a needle of my right foot and commence the entire turn to the right, this time using my right foot as the apex I rotate around.

The counter-clockwise needle gyration feels different to that of the clockwise one because of the asymmetry of the embrace: my right hand in the centre of her back, her left hand behind my right shoulder, her right hand held by my left hand. Since this embrace doesn’t change, there is a difference in structure and dynamic, and a turn in a counter-clockwise direction offers challenges which are different to those offered by a turn in a clockwise direction.

I practise on my own. Juan Martin advises me to practise while holding a pillow, so as to ensure I know exactly where my partner is at any given moment in the sequence, for our actions have to dove-tail exactly. The coordination must be mutual, and the timing precise. I do not move my hips and my thorax together. The rotation of the thorax independently of the hips supplies, in the manner of a torque, a dynamic which propels the hips, enabling me to make the crucial pivot that releases the half circle of the free foot. I can only get this rotation of the thorax in the midst of the turn if I put my weight on my base heel at that moment. This requires considerable application. To be accurate, I sink just as she makes the pivot out of her forward step that takes her into the sidestep. There is a specific rhythm to the entire gyration that fits the music. So the beat, the pivot on the sole, the sinking into the heel, have to all come together for the the rotation of the thorax to ensue.

Later in the afternoon, I practise with my partner, and the more I have practised on my own, the more accurately everything is managed together.

It needs to explained that I am in my sixty-seventh year. I took up this dance a little over a decade ago. It has taken me several years to learn what needs to be done for these needle gyrations, and it will take me even longer to master the execution of their turns. Yesterday, I spent five hours practising; going over the process again and again, returning to my boyhood, returning to that determination to master a trick, a gymnastic spring, a flic-flac, and then, later, a pirouette.

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Tango Schumann’s updated website

Tango Schumann

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QUEENS WEST

Deserted Shopping Mall 2

Hardly one open shop remains
Inside this draughty vending hall:
It never gets to share the circulation
Of carrier-bagged pedestrians with cash to spare.
Business is so bad that the discount clothing store
Closes for lunch from eleven till quarter to four.
Sometimes its twin flights of escalators function,
Sometimes not, while its mirrors reflect no one,
And most of the shutters are pulled down
In front of premises that went out of fashion
As soon as the new mall opened
On the other side of Queen Street.
That invites immediate penetration
Via portals quite as broad as its facade,
Whereas the merest passageway
Provides the earlier project
With access to its bright and bustling side.
Room, on the lofty levels within,
For forty lavish units, nothing small;
However, a perversion of design
Has caused its enormous plate glass wall
To advertise their presence on a side street.
Were it not for some desultory guardianship,
One might ravish an erring secretary
Undisturbed in this vast concrete grot.
It’s got more to meditate on actually
Than has your haunt for conventional worship.
Raise your eyes to its uppermost panes:
There a blue vision of happier times
Gets promoted by a wide ribbon of sky
Where buxom clouds go sailing past
Like the bargains that would peel away
From the windows of those rural stores
They’ve locked and boarded up at last.

From Dancers in Daylight by Anthony Howell, Anvil Press Poetry, London, 2003.

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Kathleen Paenson ‘5 Drawings’

Kathleen Paenson

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Andrea Misse

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ZlxP0DWmd8Y#!

Andrea Misse, tango star, died tragically at the beginning of 2012. This posts my obituary for her, and one of her last fantastic performances.

tango-star-andrea-misse-1976-2012

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Grey Suit: Poem Stream

This is a page on Facebook for poems chosen by myself, Kerry-Lee Powell and Pamela Stewart.

Grey Suit: Poem Stream

The page is just for poems, which may attract occasional comments. So it is a stream which may easily be recycled by poems previously shown being copied and pasted back in. The stream is a wheel, like the Milky Way – an expanding wheel of verse.

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CATHAR COUNTRY

burghof

They are here like us at Queribus
And at Peyrepertuse, fiddling with their
Camera batteries, dragging their red setters
Up congested spirals onto views.
When they meet each other unexpectedly
Hyperbolic protests of astonishment
Lose their fizz in about five seconds flat.
And we are here like them, in fact
We are them; indicating unworriedly near
The lightning conductor above some absolute
Drop. And so we gaze down on ourselves
Moving as remorselessly as ants on some gateau
Across the esplanade of a donjon
Belted by curtains of stone. But as we go down,
We fade also from our own recollection,
Even our images leaving these high places
In the grip of those wizened bushes
With the odours we half-recognised.
No transmigration helps nor any afterlife.
It is not for tomorrow’s wraiths to haunt antiquities
Since the ticket-office is closed to their memories
And the cornices frequented only by the birds
Whose names they were never too sure of.

First published in ‘Dancers in Daylight’ – Anvil Press Poetry 2003

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As in a dream!

Father and Daughter

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Lovely late nocturne by Chopin

Nocturne

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BATRACHIANS

Toads mating

A wary nod suffices on the cycle track.
It follows an extensive reach where breezes
Dint the idling river. Clustered round
A sewer’s lid, cow parsley thrives, as muddied
Clouds abet the treacherous stillness of
This prelude to the weir where nothing shows
How such a lazy seeming stretch accelerates
Before the chute. Slowly the clouds go over
The edge of it onto that wide white slide,
While spinning eddies make a sudden rush
Between protective bars, and concrete ducts
Convey these churning waters into culverts
Open to the gaze below some grills. This
Is where toddlers and teenagers too have been
Seized by the vortex, dragged, as by the hair,
Down to a mesh the surface masks. At trestle
Tables, here, the weir’s enthusiasts
May brood, one to a bench, while boys with caps
Turned back glide by, darting glances at
Girls with distant hair, sat on the bank,
Their bikes leant together against a trunk.
But now the loosened water rattles on
Under thickly pelted trees where mallows
With their bloodshot leaves shield the ditch:
In which, stupefaction slows the pace,
But once a fellow seizes on his miss,
He’ll stick to his post, in ecstatic state,
Even should his hind legs get cut off.

(from ‘Dancers in Daylight’ – published by Anvil Press Poetry in 2003)

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