~As she takes to the sands she thinks of her life and what has become. Years have now passed since they formed the bond that still holds strong between the two of them. When the dancer was first placed in the collar of her beloved Mistress it was to be only till a suitable Master would arrive and steal away the girls heart. Has any come close to doing such a thing? Is a question asked by many. The dancer heard the musicians playing and the girl began to sway her hips as she danced about.~ ~Feeling the warm grains and sands under her tiny feet the dancers mind wandered on the day this handsome white-haired Master entered the hall of Schendi and took an immediate interest in the girl known as dixi. As time past and they grew closer to each other this Master would ask to take this girl with the promise he would return the girl if either the Mistress or the tiny beast were unhappy without the other. A short …show more content…
The girls heart beating faster with each step was it from the dancing, or from her thoughts of this Master, maybe a bit of both she did not know.~ ~Back with her Mistress the dancer excelled with a new fire to please and honor the one whom she belonged. One day some news would come and chance not only the girls life but that of the beloved owner as well. Dixi's arms moved slowly rising up to feel the collar that showed the world her status, emerald orbs scanning all whom were there to witness the dances this night.~ ~Dancing about the sands the girls memories drifted once more to the news that came that day. Several of those within the city were with child dixi included but how? They all had been given slave wine it was impossible. Excitement and concern ran through the cities none knowing yet how this all began. The small dancers hands softly touch the softness of her belly wondering what will be born a boy or
Upon the dancer’s departure, “the dancer, who though older was still languid and full of grace, reached out and tapped me with two fingers on the cheek, turned, and walked away” (185). Krauss uses this odd gesture by the dancer helps reinforce the strange quirks of the dancer and the author’s thought of the gesture containing “something condescending in it, even meant to humiliate” (185). The use of the words, “languid and full of grace” continues to strengthen the narrator’s fascination in the dancers beauty but also how the narrator feels uncomfortable with her interactions with the dancer. After the narrator’s encounter with the dancer, she walks by a crowded park “until a cry rang out, pained and terrified, an agonizing child’s cry that tore into[her] as if it were an appeal to [her] alone” (186). The author’s use of the painful and terrifying cry reintroduces the theme of a screaming child from the first passage which reinforces the author’s incapability to manager her guilt. The use of the word “agonizing” in this context suggests the overwhelming amount of guilt the author contains but in form as a youthful shrilling scream. Towards the end of the short story, the agonizing
Curley’s wife is a beautiful woman, whose blossoming with love, with big hopes for the future. She dreams of becoming a big actress n Hollywood. She wants to become rich and famous, and have nice cloths. She wants to make something from her life. Because of her beauty she was promised great things. But in reality her dreams never came true, the letters she awaited never came, the promises that were maid to her were never fulfilled. “Could’ve been in the movies, an’ had nice clothes”. She refused to stay where she would be a nobody. “Well, I wasn’t gonna stay no place where I couldn’t get nowhere or make something of my life”. So one night she meat Curley at the Riverside Dance Palace, and she married him, he became her ticket out from her desperate life. She never married him out of love and passion just of desperation. “I don’t like Curley. He aint a nice fella”.
... tiny paper clothes. Some characters in Cofer's childhood were exciting just like some of the people in my childhood, but the ending of her childhood and mine were very different. At the age of fifteen, Cofer had some boyfriends; they loved and admired her. She fell in love for the first time and learned a lesson about the love; she also was no longer a child at the age of fifteen. However, the ending of my childhood was caused by a war. Like the rope of a kite was broken in the raging wind, my childhood's kite disappeared into the sky. The tragedies of the war fell upon the people in my family and my country; they shattered my innocent childhood when I was only a thirteen years old girl. Although everyone has a different memory about their life, and each of us has special ending to our childhood, reading Silent Dancing gave me the urge to recall these remembrances.
The author of this article focuses on the art of dancing, specifically ballet. This ballet shares many plot elements with other
The story explores many vital concepts accompanied by beautiful illustrations. I felt a strong sense of cultural understanding, spirituality and connection to family and land as though I was on this journey too. I could sense an underlying meaning in each dance, holding great importance to Bertie’s family and a strong connection to their culture. Pryor has attempted to fuse the then and now, by speaking of changes in the land, from a once spiritual gathering place, to a now busy town street where through food, they keep the culture alive (Pryor, 2010).
In the end every dancer had rid themselves of their masks, or insecurities, and their unrealistic standards and learned to accept themselves for who they really were. This piece is very relatable, everyone has felt worthless, at least once in their lives, every person has felt like they just aren't good enough, and every person has wanted to change themselves because of the ludicrous beauty standards placed on us starting at such a young age. We need to create a society where we are taught to love and accept ourselves for who we are, the theme of this piece is clearly a dig at our society and how it needs to change. We need to learn to accept diversity and individualism, if we are ever going to be able to fully accept ourselves and those around
“The Best Slow Dancer” portrays the mental state of a boy as he experiences a dance. It is a short dance, but one that seems to him prolonged for an eternity, the “three-second rule forever/ suspended”. The feelings that go through the youth’s soul range from extreme delight to just as extreme tension, and the reader may see them all exhibited in the lines of the poem. His surety when with the girl in his embrace is seen when his “countless feet light-footed sure to move as they wished wherever [they] might stagger without her”, but then he “tried…to tell her [he wasn’t] the worst one”, the worst of the boys, the one that she would not be seen dead with—which implies that he is fearful of the fact that she might reject him, “not waving a sister somebody else’s partner”. The full textual image demonstrates that the boy is with all his heart trying to impress the girl, and gets the dance with her against all odds of popularity and such, and then he treasures the experience, as he says to himself “remember” at the end.
“The Little Heidelberg” is the story of a small dance hall. The customers of The Little Heidelberg are typically older men and women, many of whom are foreigners who cannot speak English. One of these is El Capitán, a retired Finnish sea captain, who has been dancing with niña Eloísa, a lovely Russian woman, weekly for forty years. They have never spoken to each other because of language barriers. One day some Scandinavian tourists come to the Heidelberg. El Capitán hears them speaking his language and asks them to translate to Eloísa for him. In this scene it is the first time that anyone has ever heard him speak. Eloísa learns that El Capitán wants to marry her, and she says yes. The couple begin a celebratory dance, and as they start twirling Eloísa begins to turn “to lace, to froth, to mist” until she is first a shadow and then completely disappears (Allende, 179). In the magic of the scene, she twirls out of existence. Her disappearance seems to reflect the dreamscape nature of the scene.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
I went to the dance. The day I was planning all along. When I got there my step-sister, Ashely was in the arms of my crush. I always thought he was different but I guess not. Maybe that guess came from because I never see him and never cared about what he is doing. She liked the year’s dance theme. It’s the masquerade ball. She was wore her mask so no one who recognize her. This was the day where she show what she’s got. She marched right to the DJ booth and gave her iPod. Then, people were confused stared at others and asking where this type of music is coming from. Cinderella started to dance with her heels on. Many people were amazed of Cinderella’s dance. She did jazz, hip-hop and many different dances.
The half-girl, half-dog is chased, threatened, provoked, humiliated, tied up, and whipped in the majority of the performance. This urges me to question the type of audience Shadowland is directed at – through the glamorization of violence and other ideals that are sexualized, in a narrative that explores identity and growing up! While the execution of this project is plausible, the content, at times, is debatable whether to be deemed a clever or juvenile. Shadowland is a refreshing theatrical dance in comparison to the other dances I was exposed to in this class. I find it interesting that with skillful tricks of the body, scenery, a corresponding soundtrack, and manipulation of light, a narrative can be shown through shadows. Shadow-theater is a fascinating concept reintroduced in the twenty-first century that has been traced back to ancient Egypt, India, Indonesia, and China that was most likely attached to the high-class and holy allegory.
I have just met the dance downstairs. My elder son has one of his best friends over, and he does not care that she is a girl and she does not care that he is a boy. But she is complaining that he is chasing her with the plastic spider and making her scream and he is grinning maniacally because that is just exactly the response he is looking for, and they are both having a great time. Two children raised in egalitarian households in the 1980s. Between them the floor already stretches, an ocean to cross before they can dance uneasily in one another's arms.
The other dancer has obviously come through all right, as I have done. She is beautiful, whole, and free. She is also me" (Walker). Her dream symbolizes her previous self joining with her new self as they both come to a true realization that being beautiful does not define a person and is not essential in order to feel genuinely happy in one’s
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time