To Tango or Not To Tango

25th March 2011

To dance, or not to dance, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The ganchos and adornos of outrageous followers,
Or to take an abrazo against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To cabaceo, to sit
No more; and by a dance we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand rubbish dances
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To cabaceo, to sit,
To dance, perchance to Pugliese - ay, there's the rub:
For from that traditional DJ of death what tandas may come,
When we have shuffled off another grinding canta,
Must give us pause - there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The nuevo's wrong, the proud milonguers's contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare darcos? Who would Comme-Il fauts bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after tango,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of connection?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the nuevo hue of Gotan or
Bajofondo inspires o'er the pale cast of traditional
And enterprises of great pith and movement,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my tandas remembered

~ BorderTangoMan, 25th March 2011