The way Alvin Ailey has transformed modern dance and dance in general is the fact of variety. It's a cornucopia of ways to move. There are choreographers in the company as - as diverse, as different from each other as Donald McKayle and Bill T. Jones, or Jawole Zollar and John Butler, Lar Lubovitch, you know, and Judith Jamison.
What critics might call eclectic, and Eastern folks quirky, we Southerners call cussedness-and it's the cornerstone of the American genius. As in: 'There's a right way, a wrong way, and my way.' You want to see how that looks on the page, pick up any of Craig McDonald's novels. He's built him a nice little shack out there way off all the reg'lar roads, and he's brewing some fine, heady stuff. Leave your money under the rock and come back in an hour.
Vi sitter pe¥ varden og lar blikket seile. Fra je¸kelens islys i e¸st til Lofotve¦ggens hilderland i vest under havranden. Det ryker av dypet og det driver av himlen, mens storm og te¥ke knuses mot hje¸rner og gjel. Og syn og sus flyter sammen til en saga om mineralets evige suvere¦nitet.
Peter Wessel Zapffe
Quando alguem este¡ a viajar, tudo parece mais luminoso e mais agrade¡vel, o que ne£o significa que seja mais luminoso e mais agrade¡vel, significa apenas que o lar terno e aprazevel sofre em comparae§e£o com lugares desconhecidos aprimorados, com tudo o que teªm de melhor e mostra.
Catherynne M. Valente
He done his level best. Was he a mining on the flat.. He done it with a zest.. Was he a leading of the choir.. He done his level best. If he'd a reg'lar task to do, He never took no rest.. Or if 'twas off and on the same.. He done his level best. If he was preachin' on his beat, He'd tramp from east to west, And north to south..in cold and heat.. He done his level best. He'd Yank a sinner outen (Hades), And land him with the blest; Then snatch a prayer'n waltz in again, And do his level best. He'd cuss and sing and howl and pray, And dance and drink and jest, He done his level best. Whate'er this man was sot to do He done it with a zest; No matter what his contract was, He'd do his level best...
The Chancellor looked down at the paper in front of him. He cleared his throat. 'Re'lar Ambrose, are you a donkey?' Ambrose went stiff. 'No, sir, ' he said. 'Are you possessed of, ' he cleared his throat and read directly off the page. 'A pizzle bound to fizzle?' A few of the masters struggled to control smiles. Elodin grinned openly. Ambrose flushed. 'No sir.' 'Then I'm afraid I don't see the problem, ' the Chancellor said curtly, letting the paper settle to the table.