Tango
I’ve been meaning to link to this article by Maciej Ceglowski for ages, but forgetting to do it. I love Maciej’s writing: he doesn’t post very frequently, but when he does, it’s really worth waiting for. He’s really funny (I laughed out loud several times while reading this piece), but he also has a wonderful way of evoking the feeling of a place, and making you feel as if you know the characters he writes about.
My favourite part, however, is right at the end:
Each week I brute force my way through a dance with these gracious partners, and each week they are quick to assure me it wasn’t nearly as much of a Calvary for them as it had been the week before. As one of them said to me sweetly after what I thought was a rare successfully-executed figure, “Don’t worry. Someday you will know what you are doing.”
I feel like that all the time — someday I will know what I am doing.
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Not only do I not know what I'm doing, I have spent a working life waiting to be found out.
Ah, Terpsichore, my own personal muse from the days when lovers danced with each other, not at each other, when young persons of the opposite sex moved rhythmically to the sound of a 5 piece banned culled from the classified ads at the back of the local paper; when teenagers, all acne and raging hormones danced chest to breast, thigh to thigh, in a vertical expression of a horizontal desire, happy times, happy times.
by Jonathan Briggs @ 18/04/2008 8:54 pm • Permalink •
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I also like Maciej Ceglowski.
by Urzad skarbowy @ 19/04/2008 5:51 pm • Permalink •
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Maciej Ceglowski... nice! I will add it to my rss reader.
by Finanzamt @ 20/04/2008 5:01 pm • Permalink •
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