And Suddenly I Was Just Dancing is a title in media res that keeps—or, rather, surpasses—its promise to drop us right in the middle of a scene in progress. Something was going on, or many things were going on; things that had the poetic subject going one way and another, things that moved or move that subject’s body. Every poem brings a unique thematic material and beat. They are all, nonetheless, vibratile. They all awaken the audience’s curiosity with the rhythm, the dance floor, and the improvised, exciting choreography of Peruvian poet and artist Tilsa Otta (Lima, 1982).