The Brazilian Dancer (a work of fiction)
March 13, 2008 at 8:52 pm | Posted in writing | 11 CommentsTags: ginga, prose, writing
The first two times I got arrested I told ya about already, he said, looking around the club, well one time I didn’t get arrested and let me just say this, if ya gotta kid at home and he’s easily bored don’t give him too much sugar. I went to see Ian Dury and The Blockheads live at Cloudland. It was a gorgeous Heritage Listed artdeco dance hall on the top of a hill overlooking the Valley. Built in the 20’s, it had a sprung ballroom floor and when eight hundred people all pogoed with the inevitable rhythm of Sex And Drugs And Rock and Roll a wave built up and flew through the floor and bumped under your feet even if you didn’t wanna dance.
Later the Dean Brothers who wanted the real estate pulled it down in the dead of night. They were cronies of the corrupt Premier Sir Joh Bjelke-Petersen whose Minister of Police Terry Lewis was being paid by my employers who are all dead now. I stopped getting arrested after I started working for Fat Hector and fell into complete dissolute disarray. What time is it? he asked looking around the bar, whose turn is it today to offer a little hospitality to the wandering (hic), tell me Antigone, do you know how to samba, i asked her,
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Comment by Scot— March 13, 2008 #
Clever where you’ve broken it, after the wave, which is picked up again by the samba…….. rhythmic dissonance or something like that, very good 🙂 It reads like a mind moves, if that makes sense.
Comment by johemmant— March 13, 2008 #
This reads like the wind blows an old newspaper page that didn’t get used in the woods, it goes where it pleases until it hits a fence post, then it wraps around it, stuck until the breeze shifts to free it. Luckily, I picked it up and read it, too… now if I can get the stage to move, I’ll be ready.
Comment by Bob— March 14, 2008 #
mmmm… love me some sexy samba… hips swish, tease, beat, beat… yum.
Comment by lakota— March 14, 2008 #
Bobs description is great…I’ll just say ‘ditto’ to what he said. 🙂
Comment by Tina Trivett— March 14, 2008 #
Thanks all, I’ve got to get back into the rhythm of writing everyday now that things have settled down again, woohoo, off we go,
Comment by Paul— March 14, 2008 #
You reading is waiting for you.
Comment by kitsune33— March 14, 2008 #
Every experience is an opportunity to learn something. If you choose to get something out of it, then it was somehow worthwhile.
Comment by Liara Covert— March 14, 2008 #
Hi, Liara, that’s an intersting site you have. Kitsune, thankyou, where is my reading? I looked but couldn’t find, is that part of the reading process?
Comment by Paul— March 14, 2008 #
Do you check your emails?
Comment by enigma— March 14, 2008 #
PS it sort of is part of the prosess, you look, and I tell you where it is.
Comment by enigma— March 14, 2008 #