I started dancing to stand up straight, then, can you beat it, my heart caught fire. I'm tiring, anybody noticing? Where's the joy in no jumping. Midstream horses? Don't see any. OK, I go on, still refuse to "target an audience," dance a democratic body, be thrown by your response, want you to get up and dance with me.
Excerpt from Dancer Out of Sight,
The Collected Writings of Douglas Dunn