half an hour? i don't know, i think it was more.
it felt like yoga for masochists by the end of
it... but then i was "repenting" for something
i did 2 nights ago... ****** off 6 times in
the space of a few hours to rekindle the memory
of that fatefall night in st. petersburg...
i ended up with the superficial palmal branch
aching (flexor / abductor pollicis brevis / opponens
pollicis)... basically the grip...
there is scaffold outside my window at the moment,
the roof is being fixed... it's march and
winter can still bite at you, esp. if you're a scaffold
post in the night...
i swear, it must have been like 40 minutes
in this "yoga" pose...
the concept of the anti-crucifix?
it could have been it...
buttocks perched on the windowsill,
feet crossed propped onto the arm support on
the chair... then the right hand gripping
a scaffold bar, then leaning toward:
what would be considered a dumb drunk trying
to do theatre by falling off a windowsill...
but **** me! scaffold posts in england
and in march? you realise your hand can elevate itself
to the sort of grip that a crocodile jaw is capable
of... i was perched in this "yoga" pose for the already
stated 40 minutes or so...
i wasn't keen on impressing anyone
in the vicinity spying on my in the night...
in the meantime i read the article about
cynthia nixon playing emily dickinson in her new
movie...
camilla long writing two critques at the movies,
the films? personal shopper starring
kirsten dunst... oh wait... stewar...
and the revamp of beauty and the beast
starring emma watson...
then it got weird as my grip on the sub-zero
metal pole of the scaffold tightened and i was
still dangling on a "cliff" edge of the windowsill...
(god, the things you do to write something,
downing a raw egg and then jogging on
a treadmill would probably imply more to the writing
process... evidently i'm not that kind of person);
the next article? diana vishneva complaining
how current ballet dancers aren't gruelled to replenish
the standards of tradition...
she's 40 pushing to state: i'll be dancing
till 60... if only footballers had the same optimism
to knuckle-buck their craniums into another
dive... oh right... soccer... apologies for the trans-atlantic
confusion... tiptoeing into a foul tackle...
i don't know this fetish with mermaids...
i also fancied a ballerina... vertical splits... light as a feather...
kama sutra 2.0 mermaids though?
it's like this meme that was trending way back
in 2008... two pictures... mermaid on one side...
fish head with female genitals on the other...
which would you pick?
saying that... i've seen bolshoi productions...
well... one... but one is enough after you've seen
the english ballet theatre in the royal albert hall
performing swan lake...
more like a stampede of mutant centipedes...
or just wildebeasts... but i blame the venue for the stomping,
i could hardly hear the orchestra playing, but fair enough...
the royal opera house probably has better surface...
but then... the bolshoi production was pristine,
nearing silence akin to cats prancing...
what i am willing to consider is comparing
the bolshoi to the mariinsky...
i have no idea how the two would compare,
first time i heard of this ballet house (pardon my ignorance
if you have heard of it prior to me, today)...
and then it was onto sarah crompton's
article on the english national ballet...
once again: i swear i heard a stampede
of wildebeasts in the royal albert hall... i'm not sure...
the surface was too hard? why was everyone clapping?
i know that swans are a protected species
of birds under their patron that the queen is...
a bit like that gymnastics question...
i just heard a ******* massive
centipede wriggle with the number of swans
on the dancefloor... they play tennis in this arena,
so i don't know: too multi-purpose to allow a ballet
performance?
so back to the yoga pose... gripping the scaffold
bar and leaning off a windowsill with my feet propped
onto the arm support of the chair i'm currently
sitting on... finally! the former pain
in the arm moved toward the
flexor carpi ulnaris... and that was the end of
the "yoga" session... not that i feel guilty in the first place;
just something that happened...
funny... if i held onto the scaffold beam
a little bit longer, i'd get to read pop album reviews:
- james blunt (the afterlove)
- spiral stairs (doris and the daggers)
- the dime notes (the dime notes)
- zara larsson (so good)
- the jesus and the mary chain (damage and joy)
what?! they're still active?! **** me...
- spoon (hot thoughts)
- charli xcx (number1angel).