By Yasmin Suteja

The Dance by Joanne Chan

They said “you should be dancing”

And I just couldn’t figure out why

I saw them out there flailing about

To tell you the truth, I think I’d rather die.

The men were making silly faces

And the girls were shaking their bums

There some that were doing little jigs

And one who was pretending to run

This went on forever

Until I couldn’t take it anymore

I yelled “STOP”, and they all looked at me

As I strode to take the floor

The crowd hushed to a quiet

The spotlight came on me

A sweet melody started up

And at last, I showed them how it should be

There was none of that ungracefulness

Just a few delicate steps

Ones that would change their world

Ones that would never rest

I called this dance the Monster Mash

And the crowd could clearly see

The was a dance for the future

Now THIS,

this is how it should be

By Ana Jonessy

By Chris Brewer

isadora by Hila Shachar


aglow in peach and folds
she ducks and weaves
a flesh-tinged colour that enfolds her skin
unhinging the body, piece by piece
an abbreviation
of something that came before her


stale sir ruffles
she jumps forward, arms awry
each finger is a heralding of modernity
sharp, broken shards of a fugitive history
imperceptibly annihilating


an unappeasable transformation
becoming unmade, unwired
the roar of bare feet on a theatre floor
unprotected by history or pointe

Brief 33: You Should Be Dancing

Brief 33: You Should Be Dancing

Due date: Thursday 10th March 2011

Image by Extra Medium