Milongas oscillation

2.August 2014

Went back and forth again tonight between two milongas, but these were only 3 blocks apart.

And at one of them I discovered that the Mark I’ve been talking about exists.

By way of description I’ll just say that he was perfect. He put his body and mine exactly where they needed to be in every moment.

But more important to me is that he did not play it safe. In the first song he tried everything, to discover what he could play with. But then he went further. He used my body to the limit. How slow can she move, how fast? How deep a volcada can she do? How long will she stay in colgada? How hard can I push on here, how long can I stretch her leg. He continued to explore throughout the two very long tandas.

It was the most professional dance I’ve experienced. Not a thread of seduction or heat.

(This turned out to be Roberto, who would become my dance partner.)

Silences in history. Silences by code. Silences of fear. You already know that Tango’s silences can be sublime and they can be devastating.

What I do in my blog is use myself as a lens – sometimes a microscope, sometimes a telescope. I try to be as honest with myself and you as words concede. Then I try to find a deeper meaning and imagine a pathway for us.

A blog post can be a fragment, a wisp of inspiration, an outline for thinking. A book must complete and reconcile it all. Now I drag the social scientist to the scene to enumerate the facts of the case, the mystery which brought both stardom and tragedy to my life.