When I need inspiration, guidance or the assurance that I CAN pull great things off, I return to my first literary baby. I know how haters must hate it – that´s what haters do: they hate -, but to hell with them. No apologies for appreciating my work – no false modesty.
Here´s a bit of my beloved. I hope you enJOY it as much as I do:
“-Tak, doum, tak, doum… tak, doum, tak, doum…tak, doum, tak, doum…tararata´doum, tak, doum…tak, doum, tak, doum…tak´doum´tak´doum´tak´doum´tak´doum´…- The rhythm of “zaar” says everything you need to know about it. It´s Freud´s divan turned upside down, its surrounding Egyptian statuettes broken into a million pieces; it´s self-hypnosis; consecutive punches in the stomach. It´s direct, raw, urgent and beautiful in its purpose. Ecstasy – freedom – is achieved and the dancer´s inner peace is restored, at least for a while. If there´s a way to stop vulcanoes from erupting, this might be it. Might.”
Excerpt from “The Secrets of Egypt – Dance, Life & Beyond” by Joana Saahirah – 2nd edition, revised & updated.
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