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One Year of “Lady Nyo’s Weblog” and thanks to my friends

June 20, 2009

It’s been a year now, and checking the stats, there have been 363 entries and twice that of comments.  But the important thing is this:  I started out dedicating this blog to writing, mine and others, and finally, FINALLY~~ I seem to have returned to that with the present “Poetry Workshop”.

This last year has been one of challenges  and real  growth.  It wasn’t nice and painless, but I learned important  things about myself.  And about many around me.

So much was worked out on the blog.  And people saw the transformations and the blemishes.  They also saw the growth of the blog, and the blogger.

I learned I don’t take to fools well, finding an answering chord in my own foolishness.  I don’t like emotional bullies and have learned to call them for what they are, pulling back  the interesting cover they assume.  I also realized  whatever ‘wisdom’ they might have was transitory and not of a lasting grace.  I have learned some men are just cads.

The lessons were hard and tough, and some days I found myself lost. It was the concern of friends who pulled me through and made me laugh… at myself.  Humour is essential to life and without it, the world is pretty dark.

But this is just life and sometimes we act like fools.  The true measure is if we pull up out of  a nose dive and learn…go on.

I have a number of friends who stood by me this entire year of ups and downs.   And some of them have a passing understanding of what they have meant to me:  Bill Penrose, who put together my first book:  “A Seasoning of Lust” published this Feb, 2009; Oxartes, who from Jerusalem, a dear friend and an Orthodox Jew has become a great guide and voice in more than theology. He has made bare the false from the true on this subject and revealed the fakirs. Rose who has become a sister to me; Margie who has resurfaced from a past life and is now contributing to the blog with her poetry; Nick who, along with Bill, grabbed me almost 3 years ago and sat me down in a private writers group; Jerry who has been a heart-friend, almost a litter mate for 45 years; Mary who has been a friend through the thick of it; Katie and Angie and Susan who are a pack of heart witches and the best women to ‘hang with’  (and also great writers);  Brady! Who always makes me laugh and under his bluster, is a very sensitive poet; John Taurus and John Sokol who came out of the local bdsm scene, saw a trainwreck approaching and stood firm and still give the best guidance on weird things; Dr. RK Singh who calls me ‘colleague’ in our poetry efforts, and is just about the most encouraging of writers around; and my husband, Fred who had faith his wife would ‘pull up’ and become a better writer and poet.

All these people (and many I haven’t mentioned because I am half awake this morning) made or contributed to the blog is ways big and small.  Some days they took control of the blog and wrote the entries. Some days they knew I was in no shape to write, but they kept the blog going through their good efforts.

But the point  is this:  This year was a mixture of so many influences and ideas, and over all, it wasn’t a bad one.

Just Longgggg.

So, where are we now?  Well, I have decided to continue the blog for a while, having struggled with the  benefit to a writer.  I am working on two novels  (Agh, Bill, I am following your advice, and I think you must have been  Gestapo in a past life…) “Devil’s Revenge” and “The Kimono” and am preparing a manuscript of poetry:  “White Cranes of Heaven”.

I am happy  a couple of poems and stories have been actually asked for by different publishers: one in Japan (tanka anthology) and another press here in the states.

But  what delights me is  the blog has grown in readership and people tell me ‘it’s entertaining’.  That is gold to the ears of a writer.  I believe this is the best place for the ‘writing impulse’.  It’s a simple issue of storytelling and that really is enough in the span of things.

There has been some private debate about this issue of rewriting poetry and prose.  I see no way around it.  Writing IS rewriting…and those who think they can bypass this are rather foolish in my estimation.  I believe this rewriting is the refining fire and to say it’s not necessary or to push the message that it ‘pollutes and reduces’ the strength of the original ‘thought’ needs additional thinking.

I was one who was ‘too much in love with my words’ in my prose and poetry.  That got knocked out of me when the attempt at communication through those words was falling flat.

The ‘theme du jour’ during the Poetry Workshop running right now is that we Do Not Fear rewriting, in fact, we glory in it.  Better poets through culling and clarifying.  Millions of words out there and we have choices!

Lady Nyo

QUIET BIRDS!

Quiet birds!
I have not changed you into metaphors yet.
Your chatter adds crystallized chaos
to last night’s tokaji droning  upon the brain.
My eyes open with reluctance to splinters of light
challenging soft membranes.

The smell of black coffee cuts
Into the reality I am no longer young.
Nights like last should be wrapped in tissue
locked deep in a trunk, to find when I am past temptations
and have room only for memories and regrets.

Quiet, birds.
The day looks promising.
I await a new flock of metaphors with black polished feathers
to land on my shoulders and weigh me down
with colorful daydreams, peacock words, Bird of Paradise thoughts!

For some reason this morning, words, whole paragraphs,
circle my head, flap off in a thunder of wings,
the laughter of rude crows in my ears.
They leave bird dropping,  a few cracked seeds to begin my penitence;
starvation wages for a poor poet,  left to a flightless life.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2009

With thanks to George Szirtes, for the words: “Quiet Birds, I haven’t changed you into metaphors yet.”

The Poetry Workshop, As Nick Nicholson calls it…

June 12, 2009

has taken off this week.  It was just a small thing amongst fellow poets, but it has been embraced by these poets-friends, and I have some excellent submissions to post, with more promised.

This blog started almost exactly a year ago as  a writer’s blog open to other writers, and it seems that sometimes, some weeks, months, it  diverged from that set task.  All in all, that is fine, there were matters that glimmered and caught our  attention, but now we are back to the basics: writing and right now…poetry.  In particular, the dissection of pieces of poetry and poetry crits.  Actually, Nick has been the one to lead this, and I thank my dear friend for his wonderful efforts.  Nick and I came  out of ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association), basically joining the same time, and we cut our teeth on what we saw and attempted there.  Our guide in the poetry section of ERWA was Gary Russell and he was a good mentor in those things of poetry he introduced.

This week has been a good start, and the stats show that there are over 220 people today reading the blog…and in particular the poetry offerings.  That says many people interested in poetry and of course, we are delighted.

Further, Katie Troutman wrote  last night and said she was delighted in the crits she received and is presently rewriting her poems and making them stronger.  That was  the purpose of this ‘workshop’ and if it does this, then we are succeeding in our efforts.

I’m going to have to slow down a bit right now, because of two situations.  One, we are doing a house remodel, and The Husband needs me to hold up the other end of the 2×4’s, the ladders, hold the end of the chalk line, but there is a constant clean up of debris, dust and plaster.  We bought Festool equipment (fine German technology in carpentry tools) last Xmas, and the best part of it is the vacuum. It gets a workout as we remove walls in place since the 1880’s.  Have you any idea what is behind those walls?  Besides no insulation, there are SPIDERS who look like they could eat eyeballs in a gulp.  There are MORE SPIDERS , and Camel Crickets that jump yards and scare the hell out of you.  My son keeps the Festool suckup away from the spiders and captures them on a broom or in a glass and deposits them in the front garden, but I would  rather suck them up.  I have been bitten and it’s not nice.

Also, I have started another collection of poetry, this time titled “White Cranes of Heaven”, and this  will replace the “Seasoning of Lust, Vol. II”  planned for this fall.   This is a shift for me because there will be very little erotica in this collection, and my friends are chortling at my ‘target marketting” of the first book “Lust”.  A nun, a female rabbi, and 4 90 year old  plus family members and friends of the family are NOT a good market for that first book.  LOL!  I knew that, I tell my friends, but I did hope  a couple were ‘liberal’ enough to embrace this venture.  I was wrong and I seem to be the scarlet woman in my family.  The rabbi still talks to me, but the nun?  She acts very nervous.

So I will parse out the poetry and make it last and hope others chime in with ‘poetry criticism’.  We are not experts here, except for Dr. Singh, but he’s awaiting the Monsoons in Mumbai, and it’s damn hot there he tells me.  It’s damn hot here, too…and the spiders aren’t helping a bit.

Mary sends in a tanka and Susan Clarke from Australia sends in a poem.  I’ll  post them  and perhaps after the weekend, there will be others to jump in the crit circle.

Lady Nyo

Tanka from Mary:

Today is summer

The heat has made roses wilt

Like a sad lover

Crying crystal tears that flow

Can not the tears offer life?

Poem from Susan Clarke:

Weeds

She observes the weeds
multiplying with obscene haste
across every garden bed.
Clandestine seedings
cause multitudes of offspring
to work their way into the light,
mocking her impotence to act.

She observes the weeds,
bees pollinating flowers
that will become cobbler’s pegs or farmer’s friends
depending on your preference.
Her head hurts
as she sees the futility of any effort
to combat their relentless progress
through what should be a garden,
an asset to her home,
a pride and joy.

But she can only see weeds,
a testament to the state of her mind
overgrown with unresolved pain,
longing for a life free of torment.

Her home is untidy,
dirty floors,
old worn furniture.
Anti house-proud
the dust bunnies multiply
in the corners
waiting to be gathered up
by a broom
in a healthy sweep of awareness.

She observes the kitchen
the indifference of family members
brazenly displayed in congealed fat
around the stainless steel sink
red wine and milk stains
stickiness and clumps of crumbs on bench tops.

She observes the open griller gaping
to reveal a crusty cheese coating,
the trash bin lid
covered in grease from food scraps
carelessly scraped in.
bread tags, rubber bands, milk bottle tops and grime
on every surface.
The recycling box is overflowing
the fridge covered in spill stains gone mouldy
the fruit bowl overflowing
with decayed passionfruit, old apples
and mandarins that looked nice
three weeks ago.

She observes her weariness
and remembers observing the same scene
a month ago
and how it mirrored the state of her mind.

Then, as now
she got to work and cleaned up the grime
making the surfaces clean and dry
feeling brief relief and pride
from action taken
ephemeral resolution and peace
a clean tidy house
and a clean tidy mind.

But the weeds remain.

A crit/comment from Katie Troutman:

This poem is wonderful. The imagery is fragrant, sharp, colorful, immediate, and the words slice as cleanly as the images into our psyche. I like the weeds lurking in the background, still looming on the horizon at the end. The image of relentless weeds is a wonderful metaphor for LIFE. Plain, regular, everyday life. No matter how much we do-and we must do it-the everyday things like washing dishes and pulling weeds are always with us. Life is  process. Weeds remind us of that.
Loved it.
Katie

I agree, Katie, I was struck by the pathos and intensity of Susan’s poem….the everyday issues are the basis but I know more about Susan through this poem.  She reveals a lot about herself that connects with others, us, other readers.  I think it’s a good example of lyric poetry…not just a statement of ‘herself’ but the communication that most of us strive to do THROUGH our poetry-  make those connections with humanity.  Not just statements of our lives.

Susan communicates through her poetry in interesting terms.

She cares about this important issue of resonance.

Lady Nyo.

“Hyperarousal Trance, Belly Dance and Creativity”

February 13, 2009

I have been asked by some people, and some of them belly dancers to repost this blog entry from a while ago.

They have their reasons for asking, and I am only pleased to oblige.

Lady Nyo/ Teela

Hyperarousal Trance, Belly Dance and General Creativity

I have been asked to explain what my experiences have been with Hyperarousal Trance and how it has effected my creativity as a dancer and a writer.

I can only ‘tease’ here because I am just becoming more aware of the issue of ‘how it works’.  I never really thought about it because it just seemed to appear when it was needed, whether I was conscious or not of its ‘need’.

Perhaps it would be better for me to start with an attempt to explain H.T. and why I started using it.

Two years ago I came across an article somewhere on the web about the ‘ayoub’ rhythm and the Zar trance dance in Egypt and parts of Africa.  Being a belly dancer, I was interested and read as much about the Zar trance dance as I could. Actually there was not that much information at that time. Later there was more written.

I found there was a common element in this Zar dance, wherever it was utilized.  It was this consistent  2/4 rhythm of the ‘ayoub’ or ayyoub (or zaar) rhythm.

It is hard for me to explain, but the dumbeks  (the drums) used beat out this rhythm like this: Dum…tek!, Dum tek/Dum..tek!, Dum tek.

Sort of like a dotted quarter note on the first Dum…followed by an eighth note tek, but the next Dum tek is evenly beat.

Repeat until trance ensues.

And it does.  Now, everything I write here will be contradicted, because it seems that each country where the Zar trance ritual is practiced has their own rhythms used. Some are particular to the demons entrenched within.

Oh, yes, the Zar ritual.  I can’t make any assumptions here.

The Zar ritual is a healing exorcism used to shake up a demon residing in a woman.  You don’t exactly evict a Zar (demon)….you give them new marching orders.

There are many issues about this, and I won’t go into them except to say that this is a highly controversial cultural issue and I for one, am remaining open to it all.

However, I will speak on my own experiences here with the Zaar rhythm (or ayoub).  And I will try to link how this experience of listening closely to the ayoub rhythm changed points of creativity in my own life.

As much as I can understand this.  I haven’t really closely examined it before, just took its presence in my life as natural.  It is tied with my belly dancing, or perhaps it is more correct to say that I first became aware of the transforming and trance making behaviors of the ayoub rhythm in my belly dancing.  I would find that I was going into a trance, and this was when I wasn’t attempting any set choreography.

Choreography  seemed to interfere WITH the ability to fall into trance.

My belly dancing brings me into an altered state. This is very common to many dancers but I believe is disrupted when we are doing choreography.  Set patterns, which we practice to take into ‘muscle memory’ still makes us conscious of our movements and somehow takes us out of the free-fall of trance.

The constant beat of the ayoub transforms consciousness.  Some where I read it’s like a ‘horse’ that is carrying you inward and upward somehow.  Perhaps the connection is a universal heartbeat, I don’t know really, but I do know ‘something’ happens to me.  If it’s an altered state of consciousness, it has it’s reoccurring points: time disappears and something definitely shifts.

We do know through brain studies that there are many physical functions that are effected by Hyperarousal Trance.  Blood pressure lowers, the heart beat slows, the body temperature changes.  Now, I am not sure that this exactly applies to belly dancing, which can be quite vigorous.  But rhythmic stimulation does change brain waves.

We also know that there are definite issues with Hyperarousal Trance in heightened endorphins, boosted immune system (even temporary) and accentuated energy…and an overall feeling of ‘high’ or ‘good’.  These probably are no different than exercise highs. Another issue is that pain seems to be lessened with the trance state.

However, there is already a lot of evidence piling up that shows the brain issues (waves, etc) are different in H.T. than in hypnosis, or self-hypnosis.  It’s a deeper effect on the brain in some way than these above.

I do find that listening to the ayoub rhythm beat out on drums or picked up in the background of music, effects me fast.  I also drum on dumbeks, and this practice has allowed me to access the trance as much as listening or dancing does.

Somewhere I read that “Theta” brainwaves is the ‘set’ of Hyperarousal Trance, but I am still investigating this.

This entry is a work in progress.  I have other things to say about Hyperarousal Trance, specifically to it’s relationship to subspace (another altered space) hypnosis, etc.

Generally the issue for me is creativity.  I have realized over the past two years that H.T. is somehow very much bound up in my ability to ‘tap into’ different cultural issues, and to write about them. It seems that research is much smoother, easier and the writing, when I consciously strive to place myself in H.T. flows to where things reveal themselves and blossom.
At times, and these are not as rare as they would seem, I can access this trance almost without effort.  That is a good day of activities, and especially writing.

I am researching DNA and mysticism and have come across writings were it is proposed that everyone is capable of psychic powers, heightened intuition, clairvoyance, etc.  Perhaps with a relaxed and then again…directed mind, you can tap into the prime DNA alphabet soup for transport into a heightened  highway of the mind and the cosmos.

Anything is possible out there…and in here.

Lady Nyo

A Happy New Year and one filled with Good Health!

January 1, 2009

This blog is now 6 months old, and I have ‘met’ and in some cases talked to so many wonderful people. We all have much in common, because the ‘in common’ links us together.

We come from different cultures, have very different lives as I am finding out, and do different things to sustain ourselves, but we have something very strong in common finally: our curiosity about the lives and interests of others apart from what we know.

We make resolutions yearly, and it is funny how we forget them as soon as we make them.

I have friends who delight in reminding me what I have promised…myself and them. So, I will state my resolutions here and they can remind me when I violate them. Which they will.

I resolve to NOT keep endlessly writing, but to finish the novels and novellas and get them in some sort of condition for publishing. There’s a lot of work there without my piling more on top.

Finish something, Jane.  The news now is that “A Seasoning of Lust” will probably be ‘out’ 14th February, but there is more work here needed….at least my editor tells me so.  Once again.

I resolve to study more about poetry than to just fly by the seat of my pants. The more you write and the more it finds favor by readers, the more you get uncomfortable because people assume you KNOW how to write poetry…all those rules and rhythm issues that you slept through. You know you are a fraud, because you have spent your time just ‘doing it’…without a paddle. Perhaps you will need a paddle soon.

I resolve to take the Belly Dance more seriously. The best way to do this is to perform more in public because it pushes you to develop set choreography, and to practice. The better way to do this is garner students….and I have, after the Montreal trip, 3 new students.

That will get my attention and intentions made solid.

I also resolve to keep walking. I have, over the past few months, been walking every day. I have lost weight, which is really simple when you have a calorie counter build into the pedometer. You eat, and then you walk…and you think about how many calories that croissant with butter was for breakfast, and you keep walking until you have (hopefully) erased those particular calories from your hips.

My husband tells me it doesn’t work that way, but I won’t argue with him. I just keep walking and he gets to make lunch or dinner.

I resolve to be closer to my friends and try to be more helpful.

I also resolve not to be so mouthy with particular Doms. I tend to love a challenge, but some challenges are toooo much. Exhausting, actually…and not really productive.

My friends certainly have been generous and supportive to me in this very strange last year.

Peace and Harmony to all of US!

Lady Nyo and Teela

A lot about nothing but important nonetheless…

October 20, 2008

“What is the flasher form?”

Ok, right now I want to say that “Diary of a Changeling” is NOT a flasher…because a flasher is a complete story within 200 words.  It has a beginning, and end and a middle….not necessarily in that order.

SO…light of being smacked upside my head with another mackerel by concerned folk at ERWA…..I will not post these continuing scenes and call them flashers.  That apparently is a copyrighted term of ERWA’s and I don’t make the grade here on ‘flasher’.

So….these will be extended outside the flasher form, more ‘words’ than 200 and that will also give me more room to express and play.

And mostly..thank you all who are reading the “Diary of a Changeling” and I hope you continue to read and to comment…

That is essentially very helpful.

Lady Nyo and Jane Kohut-Bartels…both mackeral slapped.

Hyperarousal Trance, Belly Dance and Creativity…

October 10, 2008

PART 1

I have been asked to explain my experiences with Hyperarousal Trance and how it has effected my creativity as a dancer and a writer.

I can only attempt an answer because I am just becoming aware of ‘how it works’. I never really thought about it. It just seemed to appear when it was needed, whether I was conscious or not of it’s ‘need’.

Perhaps it would be better for me to start with an attempt to explain H.T. and why I started using it.

Two years ago I came across an article somewhere on the web about the ‘ayoub’ rhythm and the Zar trance dance in Egypt and parts of Africa. Being a belly dancer, I was interested and read as much about the Zar trance dance as I could. Actually there was not that much information at that time. Later there was more written.

I found there was a common element in this Zar dance, wherever it was utilized. It was this consistent 2/4 rhythm of the ‘ayoub’ or ayyoub (or zaar) rhythm.

It is hard for me to explain, but the dumbeks (the drums) used beat out this rhythm like this: Dum…tek!, Dum tek/Dum..tek!, Dum tek.

Sort of like a dotted quarter note on the first Dum…followed by an eighth note tek, but the next Dum tek is evenly beat.

Repeat until trance ensues.

And it does. Now, everything I write here will be contradicted, because it seems that each country where the Zar trance ritual is practiced has their own rhythms.  Some are particular to the demons entrenched within.

Oh, yes, the Zar ritual. I can’t make any assumptions here.

The Zar ritual is a healing exorcism used to shake up a demon residing in a woman. You don’t exactly evict a Zar (demon)….you give them new marching orders.

There are many issues about this, and I won’t go into them except to say that this is a highly controversial cultural issue and I for one, am remaining open to it all.

However, I will speak on my own experiences here with the Zaar rhythm (or ayoub). And I will try to link how this experience of listening closely to the ayoub rhythm changed points of creativity in my own life.

As much as I can understand this. I haven’t really closely examined it before, just took its presence in my life as natural. It is tied with my belly dancing, or perhaps it is more correct to say that I first became aware of the transforming and trance making behaviors of the ayoub rhythm in my belly dancing. I would find that I was going into a trance, and this was when I wasn’t attempting any set choreography.

Choreography seemed to interfere WITH the ability to fall into trance.

My belly dancing brings me into an altered state. This is very common to many dancers but I believe is disrupted when we are doing choreography. Set patterns, which we practice to take into ‘muscle memory’ still makes us conscious of our movements and somehow takes us out of the free-fall of trance.


The constant beat of the ayoub transforms consciousness. Somewhere I read it’s like a ‘horse’ that is carrying you inward and upward somehow. Perhaps the connection is a universal heartbeat, I don’t know really, but I do know ‘something’ happens to me. If it’s an altered state of consciousness, it has it’s reoccurring points: time disappears and something definitely shifts.

We do know through brain studies that there are many physical functions that are effected by Hyperarousal Trance. Blood pressure lowers, the heart beat slows, the body temperature changes. Now, I am not sure that this exactly applies to belly dancing, which can be quite vigorous. But rhythmic stimulation does change brain waves.

We also know that there are definite issues with Hyperarousal Trance in heightened endorphins, boosted immune system (even temporary) and accentuated energy…and an overall feeling of ‘high’ or ‘good’. These probably are no different than exercise highs. Another issue is that pain seems to be lessened with the trance state.

However, there is already a lot of evidence piling up that shows the brain issues (waves, etc) are different in H.T. than in hypnosis, or self-hypnosis. It’s a deeper effect on the brain in some way than these above.

I do find that listening to the ayoub rhythm beat out on drums or picked up in the background of music, effects me fast. I also drum on dumbeks, and this practice has allowed me to access the trance as much as listening or dancing does.

Somewhere I read that “Theta” brainwaves is the ‘set’ of Hyperarousal Trance, but I am still investigating this.

However, recently I did come across this: Theta waves occur most often in deep sleep, but are also dominant in the deepest state of meditation (body asleep/mind awake). The best place for deep thought is in this Theta realm. In Theta, we withdraw from the external and focus on a deep internal landscape. It’s basically a twilight state. Theta is a waking dream, vivid imagery is there and we can access it because it is before us in the mind. We are receptive to information beyond what we would be in a ‘normal’ state. Theta is the gateway to learning and memory. As Dr. J.J. Harper says in “Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21th century”, Theta meditation increases creativity, learning, reduces stress and awakens intuition.

I can concur with this because there is something that happens when I am in a trance- like state, and this is accessed by what I have come to recognize  from the ayoub rhythm.

This entry is a work in progress. I have other things to say about Hyperarousal Trance, specifically to it’s relationship to subspace (another altered space) hypnosis, etc.

Generally the issue for me is creativity. I have realized over the past two years that H.T. is somehow very much bound up in my ability to ‘tap into’ different cultural issues, and to write about them. It seems that research is much smoother, easier and the writing, when I place myself in H.T. flows to where things reveal themselves and blossom.

At times, and these are not as rare as they would seem, I can access this trance almost without effort. That is a good day of activities, and especially writing. I think this is not rare amongst writers, either. I do know that my ability to concentrate and focus has allowed me to produce 4 novels, many poems, short stories, etc in the last two years alone. I am an American woman, and write about Japanese 16th century culture, 6th century Berber culture, modern Turkish culture and Celtic culture in my books. I have no background in any research, but these things become easy and unfold in different forms when I write. I can only attribute this to the background music and beat of the ayoub and other rhythms.

Something is happening in the brain here, and I for one am very grateful.

I am researching DNA and mysticism and have come across writings were it is proposed that everyone is capable of psychic powers, heightened intuition, clairvoyance, etc. Perhaps with a relaxed and then again…directed mind, you can tap into the prime DNA alphabet soup for transport into a heightened highway of the mind and the cosmos.

Anything is possible out there…and in here.

Lady Nyo

I am a Belly Dancer. I take it pretty seriously when I have the chance,

September 26, 2008

but lately, though I went back to dancing in August, getting the new book together has divided my attentions. I went back to classes, and it was iffy because I couldn’t keep my mind on the choreography at that time. I have a conference in Montreal, Quebec in late January, and I will have to attend to business well before that time. This is something NEW..Tribal Fusion dance, and I am a classically trained Turkish dancer. They…the TF. look like they are having a LOT more fun. And the makeup is WILD!

this is of Rachel Brice, a really good and wild dancer, Tribal Fusion style.

Watch the belly (how can you not???) the undulations are snake like which is great to do generally.

The hardest thing for me to learn in the beginning (and onward) was the isolations of the torso…the torso from the hips, and the breasts from it all…but it comes with time and practice.

When I don’t practice , I stiffen up…just that I don’t do the extreme movements to dramatize the potential of the isolation. These ‘snakes in the belly’ actually done over time will really tone that area that anyone over 30 has problems with..and I am well over 30! They are hard to do at first, and a class full of women undulating their bellies is something inherently hysterical to watch.

Since I am also a writer, and a writer of erotica, I am posting some cinquains I wrote last year, on the theme of bellydance.

It’s a good day when you can combine those two things you love in life most, writing and belly dance.

Lady Nyo.

LOVE and SEX CINQUAINS (I)

(Belly Dance Cinquains)

N.B. Habibi is Arabic for Sweetheart… and a number of other things….
saidi is a term for a particular Arabic dance, so is Masmoudi

CINQUAINS…alternating methods I and II

Asyad
Ruling Demon
Resides in wombs
Leave my heart alone!
Tempter.

Saidi!
Desert tempo
Quick! Break out whirling hips,
Move heart and body, dervish-soul
Rhythm.

Joy Cry
My petit mort
Zar births women’s pleasure
Slip down into arms enfolding
Climax

Rhythm
Masmoudi beat
Fertile cresent blazing
Spirit carried by desert winds
Outward.

Habibi!
Blazing eyes
Arms clutching tightly
Ah! I surrender fully,
Beloved.

Hips shake
Breasts push forward
Belly rolls with desire
Cocks waving to a dancer’s grace
Seduce.


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