Tango!

Good luck with this one, dear readers, apologies in advance and all that, but whoever said it takes two to tango should have seen me this morning

This one’s going to be a challenge so many things trying to get on the page might be a case of survival of the fartest and as you can see spellcheck’s not going to help things adong O Jesus.

So started out this morning listening to this song and it all went sort of sideways from there and still is btw

I was writing a chapter of A Carnival Ago, just finishing it up, and I’d put a weird little scene in there and the characters are gypsies or mostly and also carnival freaks some of them so I threw in a Tango, you know, why knot.

Also put in a butterfly part to honour the late Queen who I bet wasn’t ever late before

Then out on the pathway with Daisy who ignores everything except food these days due to age I suppose and also from watching me. The trail widens in the summer and narrows in the fall (the opposite of me) and there are goopy apples on the ground and long branches with white flowery fingers that reach out and touch you inappropriately and are so fragrant it’s almost sickening so you sort of have to sidle along whatever the fuck that is and today I wore headphones and was listening to that Red Shoe Diaries song here’s the dink again and here’s the O Jesus again, and before you know It I taught myself the Tangle.

Talk about dancing as if no one is watching

Just one jogger who I think may have caught the tail end, mine specifically, and of course Daisy found it hilarious but she’s kind of jitterbugging through the twilight of her life anyway so is a fine one to not talk.

Here’s how it all just came together in a little paragraph. If you want to know who’s who, One Two and Three are triplet freaks, Alice is a giant albino, Bly is an old gypsy woman, Neptune is an elephant, Mosey is the animal keeper, Radio is a monkey.

Jesus. Sounds weird doesn’t it?

Talk about writing as if no one is reading, and here goes:

One Two and Three across the table chose then to put down their spoons, do rae me, and lift two each long wooden blue maracas. We have a new bit Two said from beneath his chin and the air under the tent suddenly tinted with dusk, the wasps and monarchs sank, and to the gorgeous beat like waves Alice gathered her skirt in one hand and danced in her beautiful looming way. I couldn’t make out the words, perhaps they were not words, but the singing was exquisite, and when Mosey stood up to Tango beside Alice his chair screeched I thought – but soon the sound came again, closer this time – and before long I saw it was Neptune coming from the forest. Radio and the other monkeys, white rabbits only, came in from the gathering darkness still at the dancers’ feet.

Bly stood and faced the gates, her both eyes level and open, no squint, a rare thing.

The Winds she bellowed are turned.

If you feel like reading the whole chapter, here it is, and if you don’t, here it isn’t

Should come with a weird alert but thinking my reputation precedes me anyway…