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The Language of Dance
Dance
is a magical thing, and feet are rhythmical. Poetry is enchanting, and
when intertwined with your feet, you may sing without a voice.
Guess what? This is what I live for, singing with no voice, in silence, but in the most potent of words. I love the energy needed and exerted in the dance. The beauty of it all is stored up in your body, and needs an escape. With my toes and feet I trace for you the lines of dance in the air and draw you a picture that cannot be expressed in words.
You see, when I dance I am telling you how I feel. I hope you understand the language of dance, because if you don’t, then I am speaking for nothing.
That is the only language I know and love. I do not love the English language.
I do not love American Sign Language.
I do not love the Spanish language.
I only love the language of dance.
Sadly, many people do not understand this language. And if that is the only way I can speak to you, and if you do not understand, my efforts are in vain. My emotions are left unheard and deemed unimportant. I wish I could tell you how much feeling I put into my dance, but I can’t describe to you that in English. If you can’t understand when I tell you in the hidden language, you will never know or understand.
And I don’t care about you then.
Understand me.
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This is what I live for, singing with no voice, in silence, but in the most potent of words. I love the energy needed and exerted in the dance. The beauty of it all is stored up in your body, and needs an escape. With my toes and feet I trace for you the lines of dance in the air and draw you a picture that cannot be expressed in words.
This part is a central point in the piece. When you begin you describe the feelings that YOU feel while dancing, and finish talking about how YOU feel dancing. However in the middle you say “the beauty of it all is stored up in your body,” Then you speak of your feelings while dancing and how you show ME the spectator or reader your meanings through dance. I think you should change the part that says “your body,” to “my body,” because for the rest of the piece you are not talking about how I feel dancing, or how every one feels dancing. You are talking about how you feel. And this breaks the continuity of your piece.
Also I think the part where you list a couple different languages messes with the feel of the piece. I think it would remain much more focused on dance and more flowing if you simply said something like, " I love no other language," or if you want the specificity granted by the examples say, "I love no other language, neither written nor spoken, nor signed." Or anything along those lines. That is purely opinion though.
I don't speak the language of dance, so I cannot really critique too much more than that.
