Archive for April, 2011

A Brainy idea of tango and zen

If tango becomes an “addiction” there are sound physiological reasons. Before very long, most dancers experience tango’s meditative quality. They enter into the “flow” or the “zone,” the place of no time, of no clock time, as I prefer to say it. I might add, it is the place of no “self,” too (see below).

I attended a riveting lecture last Saturday (4/23/11) at the San Francisco Zen Center by Philippe Goldin, Ph.D, clinical research psychologist and neuroscientist at Stanford. Dr. Goldin was discussing meditation’s effects on the brain. He presented image after image of the wrinkled brain, its gray matter and white matter.

In Zen meditation you learn to focus on the moment, to harness your concentration and aim all your attention on what is happening right in front of you, within and without. In Zen, you do not have a mantra per se, or try to find your Third Eye. You sit with your eyes open facing a white wall (sensory deprivation of a sort), your gaze soft and lowered to a natural 45-degree angle. You watch your breath come and go. You watch your thoughts rise, you let them go. You don’t cling to or push them away. The practice seems so subtle in the beginning you can hardly believe that anything is happening, especially since, not infrequently, the first thoughts that arise in stillness are anxiety-provoking. But if you trust the process, and let the content come and go, you will realize that outside of all consensual reality, there is a spacious, boundless place. It embraces all and is infinitely bigger than anything our brain seems capable of naming or grasping. Some might call this “God.” (In fact, there is good evidence that consciousness survives beyond the life of the brain—another story.)

In learning tango, one passes through an initial period of anxiety, too, and must trust the process. Our gaze, our breath, our not-thinking, remaining present, and surrendering of the ego parallel the meditation model. The dialogue between two partners is wordless and, invariably, there comes the “tango moment” when two become one with the music. In Dr. Goldin’s lexicon this attainment is called “unconditioned experience,” a non-verbal state that precludes your burdensome ideas of self and the world.

“The wandering mind leads to mental fatigue,” Dr. Goldin says. Meditation (and tango) are both a means of slowing down the ever-wandering mind, one through stillness, the other through movement.

Dr. Goldin confirmed my theory of optimal arousal in tango. Don’t get too excited or you lose the connection to the flow. He said that “emotional reactivity,” the inability to regulate arousal or modulate reactions to stimuli leads to anxiety—and suffering. Dr. Golding called meditation (and I’ll add tango) “the gateway to psychological freedom and flexibility.”

Dr. Goldin said with utmost conviction that there is no place in the brain where a “self” resides. You can map out all sorts of skills and activities in the brain, but not a “self.” However, the cortical midline which runs down the middle of the top of our skulls is where the idea of self exists. “Self-referential processes occur there,” says Dr. Goldin.

This was of great interest to me because of something I learned at the 2009 International Conference on Tango Therapy in Mendoza, Argentina. Jessica Grumberg, a therapist and tango teacher said that the contra-body movement (CBM) used a lot in tango has a calming effect. The counter or cross body movement, other health professionals there agreed, stimulates the two hemispheres of the brain, thereby diminishing confusion and anxiety. But perhaps what is happening is that CBM is softening rigid ideas of “self” at the cortical midline.

After his lecture, I decided to ask Dr. Goldin. At the very mention of Argentine tango, he smiled and said, “Ah, yes, tango . . . the red wine, the music, the intimate embrace . . .” I admired his ability to transform in a split second from scientist to poet and I didn’t really get my question out. He was not going to give a scientific opinion and frankly, I don’t need one. It turns out his mother is from Buenos Aires. So tango’s in his genetic makeup. That explains everything.

What makes tango tango

Even prior to Dr. Goldin’s neuroscience lecture, I’d been compiling this list—attributes that define tango and that in sum make it like no other dance, which may well account for the therapeutic benefits. Please share any I’ve missed:

Tango has a meditative quality The brain behaves in a similar way when dancing tango or in meditation.

• Tango requires, as in meditation, that you be fully present, moment to moment, and that you surrender your ego, and not think.

• In tango, the dance partners do not make eye contact Eyes are soft, turned inward (as in meditation).

There is no speech in tango The partners are advised not to talk during the dance. However there is constant, even deeper, communication through the body.

• When this body communication is on track there is nothing in the world like the feeling you get. This does not occur in other dances.

• Tango is unique in its use of silence and pauses. It is said that in the silence of meditation, the place of no words, is where the mystery of life dwells. So tango touches life’s mystery.

• Tango’s simplicity rests in the fact that it consists of organic body movements – steps that are natural to our human body mechanics, such as walking, figure eights, pivots, being relaxed, going with the Flow.

• Tango has an ever-shifting sweet spot. This is true of most partner dances but in tango, you must be rigorously present, second by second, or you’ll miss it.

• Tango has a simple structure; it is not freeform. It is a discipline. As a discipline it is most often likened to a language. You learn a vocabulary of six steps, then go on to create your own (sentences) patterns, or figures.

• Tango, like any conversation, is improvisational; like fingerprints, no two dances are the same.

• The tango embrace is unique: It is soft and sliding, not firm and rigid or with a lot of compression, as in other partner dances.

• In tango, the leader’s and follower’s steps may be so different, as to be two different dances to the same music, yet they must be in sync with each other. Thus leaders may simply be called “starters” whose role blends into the dance, once initiated, so that there is no leader and follower, just a dance. This phenomenon is commonly called a tango moment. It is characterized by a sense of no bodies but a total presence.

• The very genetic material of tango carries the primal urge for love. The dance’s progenitors were on the bottom rung of society, just trying to “connect.”

• Tango is in the truest Zen sense  an “unlearning” of those habits that are in your way, such as thinking too much, anticipating the next move, wanting to look a certain way, intellectualizing what is happening. Remove these and tango is there.

• The breath in tango, as in yoga, is closely allied with the axis or spine. No one has ever named it such, but perhaps there is a tango kundalini, that serpent which yoga breathing (called pranayama) activates, its tail and mouth meeting to form an endless circle around the first chakra and embracing all seven chakras.

• The music in tango has a primordial aspect. The bandoneon, sine qua non of tango music, is the concertina-like instrument that is likened to the human lungs. It is said to moan, groan, wail. And there are often violins, which may be like our larynx or voice box, whining, crying. Traditional tango music often has no beat or tempo. But there is a  rhythm and melody.

• Tango is child’s play. You go round and round in circles, make “sandwiches,” with your feet, and on a whim do a parada (a stop) and the sacada, or invading of your partner’s space is a playful, healthy way to wage war (between the sexes, in this case).

• For all its inner game, no-speak, no-think aspect, tango is a communal, social, organized discipline or practice. Just sit in any milonga and let your focus roam along three levels: the individual, the couple as a unit, the line of dance as a whole. The laws of physics are never posted, but they are implicitly obeyed. The people, like atoms in all matter, move in circular, linear, and webular patterns or orbits; they bond as molecules; and, in the line of dance, they all blend into one cohesive delicious, delightful, magical, morphing, dynamic compound.

HIDE THE KNIVES!

You gotta love the San Francisco Zen Center. As a tango dancer, I do. They’ve been bringing the Art of Not-Thinking to us since about 1969. I’ve been working in the Zen Center kitchen lately in exchange for having sat a sesshin—seven days of sensory deprivation.

I love the kitchen work even if I don’t always stay for dinner. The food is fabulous just to handle: organic, fresh, local, vegetarian, and vegan/gluten-free, upon request. And all work and food are ecology minded. Zen Center bends over backwards to save all beings. As big as they are on not-thinking, they are mavericks at mindfulness. A seeming paradox, until you riddle it out with a Zen master.

In the kitchen, I’ll be chopping carrots, onions, chard, by the gallon. Repetitive tasks are a huge op for both not-thinking and mindfulness. I de-activate all “Preferences” and accept what’s asked for by the tenzo (chef) or fukutan (sous-chef). Something strange though occurs, which I accept but not without questioning: At regular 3-5- or 10-minute intervals someone shouts KNIFE! It shatters the silence we work in and startles me.

No, it’s not an Americanized translation of the Densho shout, that ancient Buddhist practice where the suddenly enlightened person shouts I GOT IT! Nor is it a Zen student losing it and giving us fair warning. Both possibilities ran through my mind the first time I heard the pronouncement. KNIFE!

It’s simply required etiquette, code, or as the Zen Center labels these practices, “form.” It means “I’m coming through with a blade, get out of the way.” Last week, I was about five feet from one worker when she blurted out KNIFE! Although, we avoid unnecessary speech, I couldn’t resist. “I trust you,” I said. She didn’t share my sense of irony. “You’re supposed to stand back,” was the steely admonition. Never good at delivering funnies, I smiled and whispered, “OK, OK.”

It’s not the first time in my 23 years of attending Zen Center, that I’ve witnessed hyper-correction. There is a ton of bending, backwards and forwards, at Zen Center, a place that prides itself on teaching the Middle Way.

As I jumped back, too exaggeratedly, from the knife wielder, I shared a private chuckle with my Self (which doesn’t really exist, but tends to). I wanted to say to her, “When I’m around you should HIDE THE KNIVES!” It’s a punchline from a story more than 30 years old. I had a boyfriend, Italian, but from the north of the Boot, who had a brother who was a cop in South Philly. “HIDE THE KNIVES!” is what the cop brother shouted when he heard I was pure Sicilian. We still laugh about it.

OK, I know the Zen Center is trying to avoid injury and protect all forms of life. But I doubt (they do encourage doubt) this practice of startling me across 10, 20, 30 feet of open space, by having workers shout KNIFE! is the Middle Way. My inner Freud has diagnosed the form as a reaction formation. Really, we all have a desire to use knives to cut and slice . . . (I’ll leave it there) . . .the way we suffer vertigo on cliffs, because we experience the urge to jump.

Why not have us kitchen workers apply our mindfulness? Here, I must confess to a breach of form yesterday. I traveled a distance of some 20 or 30 feet in the Zen Center kitchen, carrying—yes!—an 8-inch chopping KNIFE! Not once did I shout KNIFE! I cradled the “weapon” point down between my well-insulated breast and a wooden chopping board. If anyone caught me flagrante delicto, they did not say so.

Free Tango Class & Practica thru 2020

FREE TANGO CLASS AND PRACTICA

This may be the best tango deal in town. Maestro Ivan Shvarts trained in Buenos Aires with several excellent tango teachers. I am assisting him and we’re having a ball. Although his class is promoted as tango for seniors, the classes have great talent in ages ranging from 30s to early 90s. You will never guess who’s over 80. Ivan brings in fantastic talent almost every week. Occasionally, we have a beautiful Argentine singer Roberto Traina, 80, sing original tangos to us each week after class. Kate Bernier accompanies him on piano.

WATCH A CLASS HERE!

AND HERE – TOM & CAMILLE!

Come join us – drop in – no need to have danced before. We’ll have you up and moving in one class.

“Tango Curiosity, developed by Ivan Shvarts, is the first program of its kind specializing in tango for Bay Area Seniors. Dedicated to teaching authentic Argentine tango for all skill levels and ages, Tango Curiosity currently offers classes in San Francisco, Emeryville and Redwood City.”

4321 Salem St, Emeryville, CA 94608, – Every Friday
1:00 – 2:15   Class all Levels and ages
2:15 – 3:30   Practica, No partners needed

home made lunch $3 at 12:00 for members, membership is Free

Emeryville Senior Center
4321 Salem St.
Between San Pablo & Adeline
of 43 rd. St.
Emeryville, CA

Art deco veterans building,
original hardwood floor 3000sq.f
tangocuriosity@gmail.com
www.tangocuriosity.org

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If it’s Tuesday, it’s Tango

I am helping teach at Christy Cote’s tango classes every Tuesday, beginners and intermediates, followed by a practica, 9 to 11pm or so.

The floor is smooth and spacious. Drop by.

Tuesdays:

At the old Metronome on 17th St. near DeHaro

7pm to 8pm – Beginners

8pm to 9pm – Intermediate

9pm til midnight – practica (only $5 for the practica)

Visit www.christycote.com or www.tangomango.org for more prices, details

Thru 2012 Signed copies Last Cannoli, Tango books

Buy signed copies of Tango, an Argentina Love Story or The Last Cannoli.

$15 per book, shipping and handling included. Please email your mailing address to me after you have paid: ocaramia@me.com. Allow seven to ten days for delivery. Special, overnight delivery is available upon request, for added cost. Email your request: ocaramia@me.com.

You may also pay by check. Mail to: Camille Cusumano, P.O. Box 475099, San Francisco, CA 94147. Be sure to include your mailing address, specify how many copies of each book, and to whom you wish the books dedicated.

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The Last Cannoli is a novel about a Sicilian-American family coming of age through the ancient power of storytelling. Wrote Lawrence Ferlinghetti: “This book attests to the power of storytelling to hold life together through all its diasporas.”
Tango is the travel memoir of living in Buenos Aires, dancing tango, and transforming unhappiness into the time of my life. Sylvia Boorstein called Tango, “a remarkable addition to contemporary dharma literature.” A must read for students of tango and Zen and life.

Buenos Aires Photographer

You may have heard me say before that Buenos Aires is in some ways the Paris of the 1920s, a Paris largely lost. In her photos, Alicia Lilo, an award-winning Porteña photographer whose work you may have seen at Museo de la Ciudad, evokes for me that Paris that I caught glimpses of in 1971.

To me it was thrilling to live in Buenos Aires and have these cafes and bars with old wood and brass and the added enchantment of the tango culture.

“Sensuous, moody, dramatic, ponderous, silent, Alicia’s black & white photographs of Buenos Aires evoke and illuminate this city we all love in a new light,” says art critic Oga Cho.

You can contact Alicia directly about her work and about purchasing it.

Alicia Lilo - alicialilocircus@yahoo.com.ar


Tango Tuesdays with Christy

Hey, I’ll be helping out at Christy Cote’s tango classes through March and April.

Please comes for some of the best instruction and smilingest dancers in town!

Tuesdays, starting March 1:

At the old Metronome on 17th St. near DeHaro

7pm to 8pm – Beginners

8pm to 9pm – Intermediate

9pm til midnight – practica (only $5 for the practica)

Visit www.christycote.com or www.tangomango.org for more prices, details

Awarded For My Love of Tango

At a cocktail reception and  award ceremony with Mike Rayburn entertaining.

Wells Fargo recognized me and three other Californians for doing something different and impressive—for following our passions—after age 50.

Who says quitting your day job is not advisable? I did so in 2005 when I fell head over stiletto heels in love with tango and went to live in Buenos Aires. Now I’m being rewarded by WF with a sum of cash and a party for 100 of my friends and family.

We are called Second-Half Champions.

The event took place on Tuesday, March 22, 2011 in Walnut Creek, CA at:

Lesher Center for the Arts
1601 Civic Drive
Walnut Creek, CA 94596