Unquotable Quotes: Dancers - Xxiii
Unquotabe quotes: Dancers - XXIII
Dance like Cassius Clay, Sting like Muhammad Ali.
The dancing Dervish’s ethereal trip makes the Sufi’s Qawwali breathlessness sound like the radio-astral waves dashing on the beaches of their consciousness.
The only unlicensed dance free of feet is that of the honeysuckle moth’s at the dying of the day.
Would a Ginger Rogers marry a Fred Astaire if he didn’t have a pair of electric flying feet?
The Hindu temple dancers are little virgins offered by their silly parents seeking religious merit as a sacrifice to their gods in order that priests may loan them out to those who can pay to fill the temple coffers.
Astro-physics traces the movements of astral bodies through the Dance of Siva (one of the Hindu Trinity of the Godhead Brahman).
The difference between a professional dancer and an amateur is that the former legitimately makes every effort to project that part of the anatomy which we are accustomed to concealing while the latter is hard put not to make the effort.
The dancer’s raison d’être is to serve the voyeur through twists and turns.
Even (s)he who dances for joy must be seen to be thought coy.
Disco dancing is aught but coïtus interruptus.
Dance all your troubles away so long as you can make it back even on one leg limping all the way.
The ballet dancer is one who is always on the verge of taking off either by spinning on his/her toes or by floating on his/her hefty thighs whereas the flamenco artist and the tap dancer are continually trying to drive herself/himself underground.
The trouble with watching classical Indian dance meant to communicate epic anecdotes and mythical dallying of the gods by making the body - eyes, fingers, limbs and body postures - speak renders the performances intelligible mainly to the deaf and mute.
Dancing to the beat of the tom-toms develops the paps from puberty.
Dancing with tomahawks in hands before going on the war-path develops the biceps for splitting heads.
Dancing by jumping up and down and swaying in a mass to the blaring beat of the rock-n-rollers develops an acute sense of gradual deafness to the meaning of unheard words.
Dancing in disco joints with blinking psychedelic forms in variegated colours can induce in some epileptic reactions while others simulate these contortions wide awake on the floor.
Dancing to the jog of thudding beer mugs on wooden logs and stamping trooper boots develops the art of the clash of battering rams.
Dancing to the sweep and lilt of waltzes on smooth ballroom floors develops the art of sweating elegantly under gowns and mufti.
Dirty dancing like salsa is hard-core **** turned to art.
He who has never danced to abandon has never broken out of the walls of his prison.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016
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