In the mood for something gorgeous, said Princess Haiku

Falling asleep and awakening to discover one is in a poetic journal. The only medium of desire or expression is metaphor. Or one is lost on a desert and the only water
that suffices is a need to hear a particular musical phrase. This music- this ravishing work of art, dance, sculpture and not another. Earlier, I discovered some videos of Sylvie Guillem dancing. Her dancing temporarily took me into that place I go when my senses are overwhelmed with beauty. In this mood I am not particularly interested in why an artist wanted to create, perform, write, compose etc -only that they did.

The art itself is liquid fire; amber dripping from the heart of the oracle, and transforming into a dragonfly. Later, I may be convinced to engage in intellectual discourse. I suppose that this is a poetic discourse but it feels like it has flesh and bones.

Tonight, I was briefly transported by the dancing of a Sylvie Guillem. She was the protegee of the late Rudolf Nurevev, former director of the Paris Opera Ballet. His influence is apparent; a certain languid, almost feline grace.







This is a revisitation of a post I enjoyed writing.

Winged Creature

The wings were invisible, but certainly there. After seeing the dance my spirit ascended. Princess Haiku, I asked myself, where have you been?

Wandering of course, for the everyday world can be enough to send anyone searching in invisible realms for substance of heart and spirit.

in which Princess Haiku looks for the Dark Swan

The English National Ballet Company will be performing Swan Lake Ballet at Versailles this summer. Although I love modern dance the archetypes in classical dance have an undiluted power. Perhaps that is why people return to them generation after generation.

I found a discussion of the possible origin of the Swan Lake myth at





surlalunefairytales
and if interested you can read more here.

This entry on the Swan Lake Discussion board caught my attention.

"Midori's reference to the English swan-shooting ballad brought a couple of other ones to mind. (Peter, Paul and Mary recorded a version of that ballad called "Polly Von" - nice, tragic tale). A couple of other woman-transformed-into-a-swan ballads have been recorded by Loreena McKennitt ("The Bonny Swans" on her Mask and Mirror CD) and Ceoltoiri ("The Cruel Sister" on their 'Women of Ireland' CD) where the youngest sister is pushed into the river by her eldest sister, presumably out of jealousy - and as she floats downstream she is transformed into a swan and a harper fishes her out..."

The swan was a symbol of death in some cultures, and the song of the dying swan was understood as joy at the prospect of entering realms of paradise. I see the swan as a shape shifter, a mirror reflecting a composite anima or animus within. -Or perhaps the dichotomy of the dark and light elements of the human spirit. I also see it as representative of the split in Western culture of sexuality (dark) and innocence "light."

I love mythology and folklore and wish I had found the time to take some classes in it at college. I almost made it to a "Marie de France" class but some required thing won out. My advice to everyone is to follow your heart and study what you love.

I'm interested in your interpretation of your Swan Lake?

flash your intuition here........

Special thanks to the surlalune folks for giving us all such a wonderful resource.




Swans in shamanism

the Swan totem is associated with love, inspiration, intuition, self-transformation, gracefulness and beauty, and also with traveling to the Otherworld. As a water bird, it is also connected with emotions. Swan can help you with seeing the inner beauty in yourself and others, developing your intuition, accepting transformations and balancing your emotions.

Princess Haiku and the Afternoon of a Faun

Debussy is one of my favorite composers said, Princess Haiku as I can lose myself in his oceanic reveries.

I found a hypnotic video of the late, Rudolf Nureyev dancing to the music of "Afternoon of a faun."

Good-night, Debussy, said Princess Haiku. It is time for you to go back to your world and for me to follow the last slip of moonlight and disappear into my secret world of flowers.