Para mis amigos quienes hablan español: LA TRADUCCION – por Demian Gawianski ([email protected]) Conferencia TEDx en Lower Eastside sobre “Tango: el baile, el viaje, la transformación”, 25 de octubre de 2013 Había una niña que pescaba con un anzuelo recto. La gente se reía de ella. “¿Por qué estás pescando con un anzuelo recto, niña […]
My Latest Writing
You may notice I haven’t posted at my site for a while. I am currently posting stories almost daily at the Medium. I have a publication there I call NoMudNoLotus, Writer. Some of the best clarity arises from the darkest clouds, the muddiest waters of confusion. Follow me.
Protected: An Unconditional Woman
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The Dharma Buddies of Auroville
Here’s a story about my visit to Auroville, February, 2018. Serenity personified.
My Personal Peace Movement
(Appeared in SKIRT!, August, 2009) In late 2006, I arrived in Buenos Aires with hair under my fingernails and blood in my eye. I was down and out after a long relationship ended. I had done the unspeakable—pulled the other woman’s hair. Along with three suitcases, I had brought my chagrin, broken heart and adequate […]
Tango with a Stranger, NGT
Now and then in Buenos Aires, I have the urge to rub against a man I’ve never met. When that occurs, I usually go to La Boca, the barrio that throbs with the afterglow of Italian immigrants who
The Heart of the Matter
February 14th, 2006–10, I was living in Buenos Aires, dancing tango every day. I knew that on Valentine’s Day none of my beloved tango partners would make any gesture of recognition of our love—even if it was platonic. But, don’t cry for me, I told my North American friends. Come July, in the tango dance […]
Protected: The Oil Man Cometh
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Three new tango books—a novella, travel essays, and reportage on teaching tango in Africa.
https://camillecusumano.com/uncategorized/three-new-tango-books/
The Serenity of Influence
As Molly read last night, I found that little compartment of my brain that is ever alert for messages from the muse taking in ideas for writing short stories. Her story read like European cinema, her style was so refined and well-crafted I felt I imbibed it like a cup of calming herbal tea. Harold Bloom, a crusty but respected literary critic might call this The Anxiety of Influence (a 1967 academic oeuvre). However, no one writes in a vacuum (oh, except for James Joyce, but that’s another story). I call it The Serenity of Influence.
Wilderness Begins at Home, an excerpt
From the memoir, Wilderness Begins at Home, Travels with my big Sicilian Family, to be published in 2016 Chapter 1 La Familia Tutti Bene in Sicilia, 2006 A family reunion in the old country—it had such a nice ring to it. But when I read my brother Tom’s email suggesting our clan meet in Sicily […]