expanding week 5's blog in week 8

After leaving oxygen, and striding past late night revellers, with our bad attitudes (following our week 5 experience) and tequilla slammers keeping us warm we find a bus we think is going in the right direction to our desired destination. well it wasn't exactly but we did end up in the general area . and got in a taxi to finish our journey. We pay the fare and jump out walking under the railway bridge to the club. By now its past 2 am and as we hang up our coats, take another tequilla slammer and we feel our sleves change as the club starts to warm up.

But as Jackson notes the everyday habitus is not so easy to escape. Another tequila slammer and we try to shake of our 'civilised bodies' (Elias) discontented with the patriarchal world we experienced in oxygen we were seeking to find the opposite in our new location - a club called Fire, which had a repuation for being a wild night out. We were looking for the carnal and seeking out passion, which we began to tune into, as we listened to the bass reverberating in our chests. With the boom boom boom of the music we pushed our earlier experiences out of our minds and into our chest, with the next boom we pushed them out of our chests and into our arms, into our hands and 'boom' out into the atmosphere as we punched the air above our heads. With each boom we pulsed more until our whole bodies became one with the music as we transgressed into an experiential state of being. We didn't think about how to move we felt it. We let the music guide as as our bodies became slaves to its highs and lows. We transgressed or went beyond the boundaries of our everyday. We had no idea what we looked like but we knew how we felt. We had no telos or end goal and we knew the music wouldn't stop, tracks would simply merge into each other just like the differences between our selves now and our selves before were not solid or objective but fluid and dynamic.

I have no idea how long we danced. Loosing a sense of time was part of the process of releasing our tension, freeing oursleves and becoming part of the sensual landscape around us. Bodies were learning and feeding into one and other. We were making friends with everybody. Chatting to strangers as we went out for a smoke. Everybody having a good night. No body feeling threatend. We felt a release that had been denied to us a few hours earlier. We ate up this feeling of freedom, exileration, of physical being because we knew in the morning, we would be leaving this hedonism and debauchery. We would be returning to the ascetic, regulated, safe, checked and restrained behaviour we observed during the daylight hours. So we made the most of the few hours we had left.