Exclusive story: Ridiculous Dancer; Kid Paradise's Spring Time Beach Bar is OPEN 48/14; Poem: Our Heroes; The Sound of Jude Bellingham: Tales From The UniversE 59 - newsletter from AntiVillian Land
An arcadia of imagination
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1. Kid Paradise’s Spring Beach Bar is Wild and Wild. And Wild. And, wait a minute: WILD-ER than last week!!! And is hitting mid-April like Kid Paradise is born a million times each century while exulting in a perma-mid-life non-and crisis
April is HERE and
what else
better can you do
than listen
LOUD
to Kid P’s tuuuuunnnnnnnneS
‘The BoardFest3: 5.30pm-ish’
Kid Paradise In The Mix knows how to TREAT ya!!!
2. It is all art, baby
Jude Bellingham presser, pre- Manchester City v Real Madrid, 16 April 2024
3. Poem: Our Heroes
what
if
our
heroes
are
wrong?
what if they are not??
4. Short Story
Ridiculous Dancer
Brooks and Bethany were friends since nursery days and they eschewed most things and adored ballroom dance South American style. They loved the Tango and its Rio de la Plata emergence story as a combo of the festivities of Milonga and Habanera and Candombe and they liked to picture how the dance fused these and the dance being danced in the ports of the great water as it left Uruguay and Argentina to flow into the Atlantic Ocean, this dance of the ports that lined the Rio de la Plata where the bars and brothels throbbed with the drinking and bawdry and revelry of sailors and the poor and the forgotten and the lost and the rich and adventurous where this dance that emanated from Montevideo and Buenos Aires was a statement of defiance and living histoire of the longgone slaves of Africa and was a dance that refused to be outlawed and for which 300 years later Brooks and Bethany partnered each other garbed in gold lamé culottes and flamingo pink and red and orange traditional tango dresses the sleeves draped and jagged and the skirt section flared and pouffed and the shoes heeled sandals blackstrapped and opentoed and this their costume as they placed Bethany’s bluetoothed speaker on the bench halfway along Park Lane in the tiny square and played a tango number called I’ve Seen That Face Before by Grace Jones.
The vocal atmospheric, a quasi-French vibe vibed. The village burghers stopped and watched and the village burghers strolled on by the friends tango-ing. A siren in the track sounded and the tango steps of Brooks and Bethany, a dance together, a dance apart, a dance of sky, a dance of sun, love and feeling, these two girls of the village of 12 years age as Grace Jones sung.
‘Strange I’ve seen that face before
Seen him hanging round my door
Strange he shadows me back home
Footsteps padding in the storm
Parisien music dripping from the bar’
Bethany broke from Brooks and laughed where the girl’s blusher hued a tinted tangerine in the light and she tangoed over to a village burgher who wore a dapper seersucker jacket and Bethany laughed and fashioned strokes in the air with her hands and spoke to the man in the seersucker who was stubblechinned and wavyhaired.
‘How do geese die?'
The man grinned. A different reaction to how this question usually went down. He grinned and he waited.
‘Of a broken heart sometimes,’ Bethany told him and continued on with the staccato and jagged dance from the barrios of the land of silver and the land of birds and snails.
She met Brooks in the middle of the tiny square and they ta-ta-ta-ta tango-ed and broke and Brooks fashioned a quasivogue move across to a woman she saw was the receptionist at Vernon Primary School who was building a house on Menorca and Brooks left Vernon Primary School last year for Poynton High and she said ‘are you beyond genius?’ and cha-cha-cha-ed off moving from South America to Cuba and across the square in front of the village florist and here came Bethany laughing the notes of mountain streams tinkling and Bethany tossed her flaxen locks and she said, ‘I’m so happy’ and Brooks said, ‘Me too’ and they met and did a riflequick danzon-mambo, arms sculpting air, fingers dainty and pointing, the flow of life through the each a fizzing and natural and luminious ocurrence.
Bethany and Brooks cheek to cheek.
As they spoke.
Bethany said, ‘There are two kinds of people - those who know the myth of the Tango and those who…’
‘Do not know the myth of the Tango,’ Brooks said.
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