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  • #1
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #2
    Edward Lear
    “And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
    They danced by the light of the moon.”
    Edward Lear, The Owl and the Pussycat

  • #3
    Susan Polis Schutz
    “Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...”
    susan polis schutz

  • #4
    Janet Fitch
    “She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #5
    Nicole  Lyons
    “She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.”
    Nicole Lyons

  • #6
    Robert Fanney
    “Without realizing what she was doing and more on an impulse than anything else, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was a simple, yet firm kiss and she pulled back after only a moment. But it sent a thrill through her.
    He leaned down for another. But she put her finger on his lips to stop him.
    "That was my reward to you," she said as they danced. "Don't squander it."
    "Reward? he asked still seeming both surprised and delighted at this unexpected attention. "What for?"
    "Why for living, Vaelros. And for doing so much else to help me. I will have you rewarded in state as well. But that was just from me."
    She saw Vaelros flush and she gave him a brilliant smile. "You don't like my reward?" she asked.
    "I do!" he replied. "I want only to learn how to earn more."
    The music was fading. The song was ending. Luthiel stepped back and let her hands drop.
    "A mysterious thing, my heart," she said. ”
    Robert Fanney

  • #7
    Heather Dixon Wallwork
    “He was shockingly easy to follow. The pressure of his hand, the step of his foot, the angle of his frame... it was like reading his mind. When he leaned right, they turned in perfect unison. He swept her across the gallery in a quick three, a dizzying pace. Gilded frames and glass cases and the window blurred in her vision, and Azalea spun out, her skirts pulling and poofing around her, before he caught her and brought her back into dance position. She could almost hear music playing, swelling inside of her.

    Mother had once told her about this perfect twining into one. She called it interweave, and said it was hard to do, for it took the perfect matching of the partners’ strengths to overshadow each other’s weaknesses, meshing into one glorious dance. Azalea felt the giddiness of being locked in not a pairing, but a dance. So starkly different than dancing with Keeper. Never that horrid feeling that she owed him something; no holding her breath, wishing for the dance to end. Now, spinning from Mr. Bradford’s hand, her eyes closed, spinning back and feeling him catch her, she felt the thrill of the dance, of being matched, flow through her.

    ”Heavens, you’re good!” said Azalea, breathless.

    ”You’re stupendous,” said Mr. Bradford, just as breathless. “It’s like dancing with a top!”
    Heather Dixon, Entwined
    tags: dance

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    Annie Proulx
    “A kind of joyous hysteria moved into the room, everything flying before the wind, vehicles outside getting dented to hell, the crowd sweaty and the smells of aftershave, manure, clothes dried on the line, your money’s worth of perfume, smoke, booze; the music subdued by the shout and babble through the bass hammer could be felt through the soles of the feet, shooting up the channels of legs to the body fork, center of everything. It is the kind of Saturday night that torches your life for a few hours, makes it seem like something is happening.”
    Annie Proulx, Close Range: Wyoming Stories

  • #10
    Barry Pain
    “In her fantastic mood she stretched her soft, clasped hands upward toward the moon.

    'Sweet moon,' she said in a kind of mock prayer, 'make your white light come down in music into my dancing-room here, and I will dance most deliciously for you to see". She flung her head backward and let her hands fall; her eyes were half closed, and her mouth was a kissing mouth. 'Ah! sweet moon,' she whispered, 'do this for me, and I will be your slave; I will be what you will.'

    Quite suddenly the air was filled with the sound of a grand invisible orchestra. Viola did not stop to wonder. To the music of a slow saraband she swayed and postured. In the music there was the regular beat of small drums and a perpetual drone. The air seemed to be filled with the perfume of some bitter spice. Viola could fancy almost that she saw a smoldering campfire and heard far off the roar of some desolate wild beast. She let her long hair fall, raising the heavy strands of it in either hand as she moved slowly to the laden music. Slowly her body swayed with drowsy grace, slowly her satin shoes slid over the silver sand.

    The music ceased with a clash of cymbals. Viola rubbed her eyes. She fastened her hair up carefully again. Suddenly she looked up, almost imperiously.

    "Music! more music!" she cried.

    Once more the music came. This time it was a dance of caprice, pelting along over the violin-strings, leaping, laughing, wanton. Again an illusion seemed to cross her eyes. An old king was watching her, a king with the sordid history of the exhaustion of pleasure written on his flaccid face. A hook-nosed courtier by his side settled the ruffles at his wrists and mumbled, 'Ravissant! Quel malheur que la vieillesse!' It was a strange illusion. Faster and faster she sped to the music, stepping, spinning, pirouetting; the dance was light as thistle-down, fierce as fire, smooth as a rapid stream.

    The moment that the music ceased Viola became horribly afraid. She turned and fled away from the moonlit space, through the trees, down the dark alleys of the maze, not heeding in the least which turn she took, and yet she found herself soon at the outside iron gate. ("The Moon Slave")”
    Barry Pain, Ghostly By Gaslight

  • #11
    Colum McCann
    “He's at ease, his body sculpted to the music, his shoulder searching the other shoulder, his right toe knowing the left knee, the height, the depth, the form, the control, the twist of his wrist, the bend of his elbow, the tilt of his neck, notes digging into arteries, and he is in the air now, forcing the legs up beyond muscular memory, one last press of the thighs, an elongation of form, a loosening of human contour, he goes higher and is skyheld.”
    Colum McCann, Dancer

  • #12
    Hannah Fielding
    “As the sun began to rise, the man reached out to the woman, and they clasped hands. He cradled her, and languidly they lifted themselves up to their feet, their bodies brushing, their eyes lost in each other's. Sensuously, deliberately, they danced, moving as though they were one, their body language smooth as their limbs carefully unfolded. They twirled and rocked, intertwined and separated, nearly leaning onto one another but barely touching, their movements sometimes tender, sometimes almost violent...Moments passed while the dancers held tight to each other, as though their bodies were melting together. The expression on their features as they lifted their faces to the sky was one of unimaginable joy.”
    Hannah Fielding

  • #13
    Jackie French
    “Lady Dance's music wasn't a magic charm. I'd misunderstood. We had all failed to understand. The song and dance didn't stop us dying. It just stopped the fear of death swallowing us up while we were still alive. 'Rejoice,' came the soft voice of Lady Dance in my mind. 'Watch the moon and stars...' Death had ruled my life till I met Lady Dance. Her dance had set me free.”
    Jackie French, Lady Dance

  • #14
    Barry Pain
    “The months passed away. Slowly a great fear came over Viola, a fear that would hardly ever leave her. For every month at the full moon, whether she would or no, she found herself driven to the maze, through its mysterious walks into that strange dancing-room. And when she was there the music began once more, and once more she danced most deliciously for the moon to see. The second time that this happened she had merely thought that it was a recurrence of her own whim, and that the music was but a trick that the imagination had chosen to repeat. The third time frightened her, and she knew that the force that sways the tides had strange power over her. The fear grew as the year fell, for each month the music went on for a longer time - each month some of the pleasure had gone from the dance. On bitter nights in winter the moon called her and she came, when the breath was vapor, and the trees that circled her dancing-room were black, bare skeletons, and the frost was cruel. She dared not tell anyone, and yet it was with difficulty that she kept her secret. Somehow chance seemed to favor her, and she always found a way to return from her midnight dance to her own room without being observed. Each month the summons seemed to be more imperious and urgent. Once when she was alone on her knees before the lighted altar in the private chapel of the palace she suddenly felt that the words of the familiar Latin prayer had gone from her memory. She rose to her feet, she sobbed bitterly, but the call had come and she could not resist it. She passed out of the chapel and down the palace gardens. How madly she danced that night! ("The Moon Slave")”
    Barry Pain, Ghostly By Gaslight

  • #15
    Gina Marinello-Sweeney
    “Oh, I suppose we are all a bit crazier as kids. But I hope you never lose your sense of randomness. I hope you never lose the way you dance in the moonlight, your eyes filled with wonder. I hope you always care as much as you do today. ‘Blasé’ never looked good on anyone. And, if the world decides to be one big snob, ignore it.”
    Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Peter

  • #16
    “She danced wild across the evening sky, dispersing clouds with the frill of her gown.”
    Meeta Ahluwalia

  • #17
    Shahar Rabi
    “It is all the dance. It is all God.”
    Shahar Rabi, Spiritual Misfits: Collaboration and Belonging in a Divisive World

  • #18
    Akshay Vasu
    “She danced in the storms, sang with the chaos and more of all she wasn't the prey for her demons, she was the mother to them.”
    Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams

  • #19
    Vanda Scaravelli
    “Movement is the song of the body.”
    Vanda Scaravelli, Awakening the Spine: The Stress-Free New Yoga that Works with the Body to Restore Health, Vitality and Energy

  • #20
    Grace Curley
    “Sun-brushed hands trailed circles on his wings, opening new ways to touch the sky. The dance is the dalliance of the whispers, unsaid desires brighter than eternal suns. His teeth of flint and steel, the sun boy’s lips like ichor.”
    Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

  • #21
    “Blood on the ground. We dance with the burning fire in our soul. As we rise as RED as the dawn.”
    Keziah Ruth D. Lingco

  • #22
    Tim Kavi
    “please allow me
    to dance the triumphant dance
    as my patience
    is rewarded by your smiling
    blissful being!--Stanza from Faceless Wonder”
    Tim Kavi

  • #23
    Mirela Stancu
    “will dance with the sun
    Whenever it will shine
    I'll sing and I'll wait for that time
    When the light is mine...

    I will dance with the sun
    And the melody will be
    Whatever my heart will yearn
    And you will be with me...

    I will dance with the sun
    And in his warm embrace
    I'll give my final charm
    Surrender to his grace...”
    Mirela Stancu

  • #24
    Nicole  Lyons
    “Dance with me.
    Bring my demons
    to their knees.”
    Nicole Lyons

  • #25
    Virginia Alison
    “Colour my world with sunset peach and betwixt the dying day and blooming night, we shall dance across the impatient stars of twilight...”
    Virginia Alison

  • #26
    Renee Conoulty
    “My feet were keeping in time with the music, but my heart was pounding out a different rhythm altogether.”
    Renee Conoulty, Don't Mean a Thing



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