Full Moon Dancing
Full Moon by Michael Light (London: Jonathan Cape, 2002)
Jazz Dancing: How to Teach Yourself by Robert Audy (New York: Vintage Books, 1978)
Martha Graham: Sixteen Dances in Photographs by Barbara Morgan (New York: Duell, Sloan and Pearce, 1941)
The Chalif Text Book of Dancing, Book II: Further Exercises, Port de Bras, and Standard Ballroom Dancing by Louis H. Chalif (New York: Louis H. Chalif, 1915)
Dance Me a Story: Twelve Tales from the Classic Ballet by Jane Rosenberg, introduction by Merrill Ashley (New York: Thames and Hudson, 1985)
The Best Book of the Moon by Ian Graham (New York: Kingfisher, 1999)
Dance Class by Paul Bottomer (London: Hermes House, 2007)
Dancing Times: A Universe Calendar, 1982 and 1984 by Nancy Reynolds (New York: Universe, 1981 and 1984)
Jazzercise by Judi Sheppard Missett with Dona Z. Meilach, photography by Dona and Mel Meilach (New York: Bantam Books, 1978)
Dance in New York: An Indispensable Companion to the Dance Capital of the World (New York: Quick Fox, 1980)
The Female Figure in Movement by Thomas Jennings (New York: Watson--Guptill, 1971)
Diaghilev's Ballets Russes by Lynn Garafola (New York: Da Capo Press, 1998)
Ulenspiegel: Zeitschrift für Literature, Kunst und Satire, 1945-1950 von Herbert Sandberg and Günther Kunert (Berlin: Eulenspiegel Verlag, n.d.)
Yuriko, An American Japanese Dancer: To Wash in the Rain and Polish with the Wind by Emiko Tokunaga (Tokunaga Dance Ko, 2008)
Lunacy! Several moons have passed since I finished this bibliolage, but I have not gotten around to showing it.
As some of you know, I am a professor of Theater and Dance. That is what I am called because I teach in the Department of Theater and Dance.
But of dance I do little. I like the music. I play the music—gavotte, capriccio, rag.
But on my toes I know my awkwar-
Maybe on the moon I'd be light enough
on my feet with no one to watch.
So I had the book about the moon exploration, from blast off to ionosphere to eagle-has-landed
to giant mankind-step, Rover in the Sea of Tranquility
to Roger, Houston ("Don't screw the pooch!") to splashdown on the Mother.
And my colleagues' retirement discards and some junkshop ballroom guides and old ABT calendars
gave me Dance—contract and release—
to put on the bright side of the moon, forever.