Category Archives: DANCING

In later life, none could recapture that long season of dancing nights — the enchanted risk of them: at twelve, the flight down steps

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Watching the smoke dance out of a cigarette is like watching a girl dance out of her dress.
– D.H. Mondfleur

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It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.

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“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
― Rumi

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 7 February 1931

1 1 1 1 1 1 1 The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 7 February 1931

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C.J. DENNIS

The Dawn Dance

What do you think I saw to-day when I arose at dawn?
Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails dancing on the lawn!
Bobbing here, bowing there, gossiping away,
And how I wished that you were there to see the merry play!

But you were snug abed, my boy, blankets to your chin,
Nor dreamed of dancing birds without or sunbeams dancing in.
Grey Thrush, he piped the tune for them. I peeped out through the glass
Between the window curtains, and I saw them on the grass —

Merry little fairy folk, dancing up and down,
Blue bonnet, yellow skirt, cloaks of grey and brown,
Underneath the wattle-tree, silver in the dawn,
Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails dancing on the lawn.

Michael was a monkey, and a lonely chimpanzee, Trying hard to find a lady chimp to share his tree.

There was but one hiccup in this quest to soothe his heart:

Every time he talked to monkey girls he’d start to fart.

 http://kingpoetry.com/monk.htm

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Queensland Figaro (Brisbane, Qld. : 1901 – 1936), Saturday 4 October 1930,

Queensland Figaro (Brisbane, Qld. - 1901 - 1936), Saturday 4 October 1930,

PPlease, just for me, forget the steps… Hold me, feel the music, and give me your soul. Then I can give you mine.

http://www.verytangostore.com/quotes.html

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She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

(Janet Fitch, “White Oleander”

It is as grandmothers that our mothers come into the fullness of their grace. Christopher Morley

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foto of nana lynne in raleigh nsw summertime 2013

I’ll dance with mob on this red Land, munda wiru

place

I’ll dance away them half-caste lies ‘cos I got my

Nanas face!

Ali Cobby Eckermann

‘First Time I Met My Grandmother’

http://www.emsah.uq.edu.au/awsr/new_site/awbr_archive/147/Cobby.htm

There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good. Edwin Denby

“You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that single fleeting moment when you feel alive.

― Merce Cunningham

 

1 1 1 1 1 moderndancingdan00flit_0261 1 1 1 1 1 The Maitland Mercury & Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW - 1843 - 1893), Thursday 15 May 1890

The Maitland Mercury & Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843 – 1893), Thursday 15 May 1890

Some people seem to think that good dancers are born, but all the good dancers I have known are taught or trained.

http://www.nellymazloummadri.org.gr/dance_quotes.htm

BABY BOMB AT RALEIGH NSE

The Baby’s Dance

Taylor, Ann (1782 – 1830)
DANCE little baby, dance up high,

Never mind baby, mother is by ;

Crow and caper, caper and crow,

There little baby, there you go ;

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,

Backwards and forwards, round and round ;

Dance little baby, and mother shall sing,

With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.

“You have nothing to dance about until you are over the age of 30.” — Bert Balladine

http://www.shahina.com/poetry/quotes.htm

 

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I’ll dance with mob on this red Land, munda wiru

place

I’ll dance away them half-caste lies ‘cos I got my

Nanas face!

Ali Cobby Eckermann.

little bit long time. Australian Poetry Centre, Balclava, 2009.

 

 

Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.

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By Dick Turner – © Joan Small

The everlasting daisies form a carpet pink and white,
A fairyland of frosting, a vision of delight,
Ghost gums dance in mystic moonlight to a whispering refrain,
Yet the spirit of the inland
Lives in mulga after rain.

http://www.joansmallpoetryandbooks.com/DickTurner_Poems.html

Dad taught me everything I know. Unfortunately, he didn’t teach me everything he knows.

– Al Unser

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“One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.”

― Melissa de la Cruz, Blue Bloods