with dance macabre
we laugh at the masque of death
play Russian roulette
~
n.b. What on Earth is going on?
CLP 23/10/2021
on Friday night
Tag Archives: Dance
On dancing
one, two three, one, two
free me from expectation
and let's hit the floor
~
CLP 03/09/2021
The Dancer
in this moment I saw you
impressed upon the sheet of heaven
your wings
lifting you above all
that ever bound you here
~
CLP 30/08/2021
Dream #8
Music stops
everyone dances one step more
before realising what’s occuring
mad rush to chairs
enough for us all
~
CLP 02/06/2021
Star Dancer And Her School Of Dance (Francis Picabia) 1913
One, two, three, four!
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
We step, then stretch, then jump, then turn
Split-sole jazz shoes in unison
First pat, then slide, then glide, then twist
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
We lunge, then lean, then leap, then shift
Our heads held high, our movement brisk
Our thoughts, actions, bodies are hers
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
Our faces set to concentrate
Sinuous limbs, feel lithe, alive
So long solo, now we this troupe
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
In public park, ‘ neath cherry trees
Pink blossoms sprinkle tarmac court
Doors and windows of school still closed
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
Birds watch, then call, alarmed by us
At practice at dawn in cool spring air
We are again set free to learn
To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
And rest! Three, four. And take a breath.
~
n.b. Prompted by Na/GloPoWriMo 2021 to find inspiration in a painting held in the collection of The Metropolitan Museum of in New York City, I chose:
Star Dancer And Her School of Dance (1913) by Francis Picabia
–
Christopher Perry
31st March, 2021
Playing Now
Every now and then
I find an album that I can’t
Stop playing. Repeat.
~
n.b. One in an occasional and sporadic series of posts about great music. I offer you Tame Impala, ‘The Slow Rush’. Fabulous!
CLP 13/10/2020
On the Floor
At last, the last dance
Fumbled requests, mute replies
Music slow, hearts frantic
.
n.b. Remember the youth club, or school disco? Nightmare scenario. Boys on one side of the hall, girls dancing around handbags. Then, with just a few minutes before the lights would go up, the DJ would put on something like “Nights in White Satin” by The Moody Blues and the excitement or embarrassment of asking for a dance, being asked to dance and possibly having a slow dance would begin, leaving the wallflowers and perpetually tongue-tied watching on in a confusion of emotions ranging from relief to frustration.
CLP 17/03/2019
On the do-si-do
Clumsy our feet clump
Upon the polished floor
Smiles greet each new arm
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CLP 23/11/2018
Voyage des Mots 