Sunil, I wonder how you would respond to the following poem? Are there similarities between the experience of house and soca? How do music, dance and pleasure intertwine for you? How does the sensuous open the way for both joy and pain?
June 20 2009
© Meida Teresa McNeal
On the edges of love
On the rise and fall of hate
This intercourse
Unveils a many-pronged desire
Sex, violence, creation
An exorcism-cleansing-catharsis-crystallization of epic memory
Witness the aftermath of a volatile coupling
The forces of Shiva-Shakti intertwined
Penetration while folding over/around
Groaning under the weight of
Possibility and delicious destruction
Marked by its own uneasy equations
This theory of pleasure
Implodes, explodes and slow smolders
A combustible entropy
Scattered before recombining energies
Defining a knowledge of the sensuous sacred
Spill/sweat/eruption
I know you through skin and tempo
Strong and weak beats, stresses and accented asphyxiating silences
Proximity and bass
I unleash my greatest pain in 4/4
Aided by diva screams and crashing hi hats
Lick-thrust-slam-sway-simmer down
Undulate to find your way to meaning
A spread-eagled display of exposure and vulnerability
Friction and heat
Contest, conjure and supplication
To affirm life, you must confront death
Mmmm, we do it best when dancing
See me, Universal Man. Cowboy stance when I dance. I become Universal Self. Boy-Man God-Like Prince. Wince, flick, leg in attitude. Don’t you see the sweep of my sinews fillin’ you, killin’ you to want me?I am Universal Beauty …when I dance. With a spin and a foot-slap my limbs beg to reach and grab beyond my bones to claim the space of Man. Butterscotch Man, sweet, smooth.Can’t get enough. Grappling with myself, myself the spectacle. Admired and misunderstood because I dare to shine. Eternal Man, Eternal Dancer. Rough-hewn, delicate Snorting Bull. Hooves in my fingernails, cloven to stampede like ten thousand marching stamping kaleidoscopic warriors. Pistils exploding pollen nectar SWEET on all who fixate their jealous rudimentary gaze on my FLESH. I will Consume you as you consume me. Even the very hairs on my head reach out beyond the heavens. This way I configure and punctuate and permutate ……….is the Dance Electric, Erotic, Cathartic, Ionic…. cloudburst….Contract, release, contract, release, contract, release. Cruel is fire, desire, desire. When greater things shall fall , I,I,I, more than carnal, shall yet stand. ERECT!
reminds me of robber talk…more soon.