Volume 2 #1

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What is Dance? by Jonathan Meyer

rob, Hey, just wanted to say thanks for having my words in the journal. I hope everything's going well for you. Far as this issue's...

What is Dance? by Helanius Wilkins

"What is dance?" ...The answer to this probably changes almost every day for me. In this moment my response is: dance is a very...

What is Dance? by John Glenn

After college, I worked at a research institute on arts education called Project Zero inspired by the philosopher of art, Nelson Goodman, and I...

What is Dance? by Naima Prevots

Dance is organized movement where people express themselves for different reasons to enjoy the body’s energies and messages joined with the spirit and to...

What is Dance? by John Niemi

What is dance? I suspect I will spend the rest of my life and career answering this question. When dance happens may be a...

What is Dance? by Jen Stone

Dance is the organization of the body, mind and spirit through space. Sometimes it’s blurry, sometimes it’s perfectly clear. It’s always exerting....

What is Dance? by John Borstel

The attempt to find a definitive definition of dance is probably as old as dance itself, and that’s pretty old. But think about these...

What is Dance? by Ken Manheimer

is a progression of movements, and spaces between movements, where those that come later agree in vital ways with what those that came before. What distinguishes...

What is Dance? by Stephen Clapp

The potential of this question draws me to respond with more questions: What can dance be? Or what can be dance? It...

What is Dance? by Elizabeth Harler

Dance is a lot of work. Liz Harler collects artistic whims and puts them into a neat, ordered tabular format.

Must-read

Two Poems by CL Bledsoe

Eulogyafter a song by Tool If I can’t cry for you, how can I cryfor myself? Someday, they’ll find you,lightning burned tongue, wings long pawned,liver...

Two Poems by Jessica Genia Simon

Preserves I have an urge to preservetoday, boil the remaining fruitsto their sticky sugars, remove the pits and seeds, smash fleshadd pectin and lemon juice, pourand...

One Poem by Sarah Kristensen

The Beckoning One evening when the sky was a dark opal blue And the gnarled trees Swayed and bent in the deep wind, The boxwood scented air...
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