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| Tadanori Yokoo The Great Mirror of the Dance as an Immolative Sacrifice 1968 screenprint poster Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Josiah Wedgwood Salt Cellar - Dancing Hours ca. 1780-85 jasperware Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Rufino Tamayo Dancers over the Sea 1945 oil on canvas Cincinnati Art Museum |
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| Joseph Cornell Homage to the Romantic Ballet 1942 assemblage (wood, glass, paper) Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Mary Cockburn Mercer Ballet ca. 1939 oil on canvas National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
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| John Maxwell Red Ballet 1938 oil on panel Hunterian Art Gallery, University of Glasgow |
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| Yoshiharu Higa Merry Dancers 1970 screenprint Cincinnati Art Museum |
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| Boris Gorelick I Recall the Dance ca. 1937-39 lithograph Philadelphia Museum of Art |
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| Wilhelm Klotzek Mocne Ballet ("Mocne" is a Polish-made cigarette) 2014 painted steel Gemäldegalerie, Dresden |
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| Henri Matisse La Danse 1935-36 color aquatint Yale University Art Gallery |
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| Cornelis Massys Dancing Cripples before 1556 engraving Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Vladimir Gazovic Ricercari: Dance of the Ungrateful I 1972 lithograph Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Vladimir Gazovic Ricercari: Dance of the Ungrateful II 1972 lithograph Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Kenji Nakahashi Last Dance 1996 C-print Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Helmut Newton Scene from Pina Bausch's ballet Die Keuschheitslegende 1991 platinum palladium print Princeton University Art Museum |
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| David Shrigley All Must Dance 2014 acrylic on paper National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
from The Owl
I've heard stories about owls, how they
appear from nowhere at the edge of things
to sit watching, usually staying silent,
but sometimes uttering a few words in
their night language we don't understand.
That's my fellow, although I don't know him.
Should I leave the house and hold my
right arm out for him to land on and turn
his big eyes on me? As if he'd be so compliant.
Or should I try to forget him, pretend
he's not there in the dark, like a tree
I hadn't noticed growing? Or at least
I should stop mentioning him here, but what
else can I write about? Not the journey
I'm taking that I know nothing of, not yet,
and when I do I mightn't feel like writing.
I think the solution might be to buy
a T-shirt with an owl printed on it,
a blue owl, on a yellow shirt, and write
about that small fellow to begin with.
– Matthew Sweeney (2018)