People dance for many reasons. We dance our joy, our freedom, our worship, our deepest loss. I suspect we even dance our death. Ben Okri tells a story about the flamenco dancer preparing for the terror of the dance which may destroy her forever. “When the music starts she begins her dance with ritual slowness. Then she stamps out the dampness from her soul. With a dark, tragic rage, shouting, she hurls her hungers, her doubts, her terrors and her secular prayer for more light into the spaces around her. Soon she becomes a wild, unknown force, glowing in her death, dancing from her wound, dying in her dance ... In the silence that follows no one moves.”
An excerpt taken from an article in The Tablet by Daniel O'Leary, August 2012
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