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30 September 2004
Woe to tresspassers  
I am armed. I now have a sword. Yay sword! It's for sword dancing, of course, that I can be cheeky and saucy and dangerous when I dance--more dangerous than I already am. It's a very giddy sensation, holding a scimitar, feeling the weight and the total sense of seriousness that accompanies it. After all, it is an object that could seriously hurt if not kill other people, and I don't want that.

It's a great resposibility to dance with it, and not just have it on the wall or something. It's a very great responsibility, but it's also a beautiful thing to be able to dance with one. Beautiful, impressive, and really fun.

Now, I have to go find that translation of the poem in Monteverdi's "Songs of Love and War" in which there is a female fighter going up against her lover (it's sad, they don't know it's each other as they're fighting).

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 08:11