gotta dance

DANSE RUSSE



If when my wife is sleeping



and the baby and Kathleen



are sleeping



and the sun is a flame-white disc






in silken mists



above shining trees,--



if I in my north room



dance naked, grotesquely



before my mirror



waving my shirt round my head



and singing softly to myself:



"I am lonely, lonely,



I was born to be lonely,



I am best so!"



If I admire my arms, my face,



my shoulders, flanks, buttocks



against the yellow drawn shades,--
(cont. after video)


Who shall say I am not



the happy genius of my household?


WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

"The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher.

Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

The groups change more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath;

already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the centre of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light."

f scott fitzgerald

The Great Gatsby