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Terpsichore

  • Irina Dumitrescu (author)
Chapter of: Rumba under Fire: The Arts of Survival from West Point to Delhi(pp. 197–199)

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TitleTerpsichore
ContributorIrina Dumitrescu (author)
DOIhttps://doi.org/10.21983/P3.0134.1.16
Landing pagehttps://punctumbooks.com/titles/rumba-under-fire/
Licensehttps://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/
CopyrightDumitrescu, Irina
Publisherpunctum books
Published on2016-02-29
Long abstractWhen Lady Philosophy finds Boethius mournfully composing verse in prison, she immediately sets upon the poetic Muses surrounding him. “Who has allowed these theatrical whores (scenicas meretriculas) to approach this sick man?” she asks. The Muses, according to Philosophy, do nothing to help the invalid, playing upon his passions rather than nourishing his reason. I heard, however, that a most passionate muse slipped back between the bars when Philosophy wasn’t looking.While writing my essay for this collection, I spent several months immersing myself in the memoirs of Romanian polit-ical prisoners. There is almost nothing that could make a per-son want to dance less. Reading these texts made me inter-nalize the overwhelming sense of entrapment prisoners felt, even, sometimes, their paranoia. Though living in warm Texas, within walking distance of four supermarkets, I couldn’t help but imagine the cold and hunger that gripped these prisoners, kept them frozen like stones. In the harsher prisons, inmates were forced to maintain a single position, facing the door, at all times, so as to be permanently under supervision. Even when sleeping, they were not allowed to turn their faces to the wall, an insidious rehearsal that deprived them of any real rest.
Page rangepp. 197–199
Print length3 pages
LanguageEnglish (Original)
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Irina Dumitrescu

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