Catullus: Shibari Carmina, my illustrated free translations of 60 poems by the late Roman poet Catullus, is published by Carcanet Press.
Bemused by the equipment, the stagecraft and the risk of permanent nerve damage, I wonder if it would just be simpler for them to have sex. But that’s missing the point.
|Gorgone and Esinem|
‘Ropes are my oxygen,’ says Gorgone. She feels like the golem, the formless creature of clay moulded when the Hebrew word emet (truth) is written on her forehead. The rigger creates the model. Rope shapes the shapeless. 'I was nothing and your eyes saw me,' she says.
|Dry Sin and Billie Rose|
|Koi Ku Nawa and Isabell|
|Nina Russ tying Missy Fatale|
At the beginning of tonight’s show, Nina Russ, an empress of rope, calls me over. Eyes bright, she starts to tell me about her day: 'I felt a wave of pleasure all over my body. And adrenaline.'