Let the light reflect from little squares of mirror plastered onto a spinning ball. For a moment I’m gonna dance like an idiot – paying no attention the sneers and snarks judging my two left feet. I’m doin’ the hustle.
Disco is a type of dancing that allows the soul to soar above the dancer and mix and mingle with the flashes of light emanating from a ball that spins like the dancers below. The clothes, the hair, the moves – they all swirl together to create a
jj
I remember when disco was the thing to do. I really lijed the clothes but not so sure that I was ever into disco music. It’s amazing to see disco rise and fall. I wonder what is next on the horizon in the dance arena.
Valora
enjoyment
pranjali
I’ve got my school mesh shorts on. I hate locker room days. Really. All the sweaty. All the fit. These scrawny chicken legs in their boy cut shorts. But its disco dance day. The one portion of PE that actually suits me. So throw on those tunes, mister, and let the dance competition begin!
a. word
She never went to a disco.As her mother was assasinated in a disco near her house,she quit having fun.She thought she would probably regret but she didn’t.She,now,loves daily routine.
Azra
Disco…was it really dead? Of course not. It had just grown older with the people that lived it. Look into your weddings, your basement parties and your class reuinions. The inferno burns on.
Parish
disco is an style or entertainment. Some say it is an old and shallow form of entertainment, but these are the people who never try it just gossip about it.
nitesh
Dance. Just dance. It’ll be okay.
Just dance, he said. Maybe it’ll go away.
The pain
The stain
The man with the mane.
Well that got me seriously stumped. I’m so used to writing terribly dark messages that the prospect of so much shinyness and enthusiasm leaves me speechless.
Flashing lights, bumping music, I want to take you dancing. We’ve talked about it, going out, just us two in each other’s vision. We smile at each other, our eyes catch in the dark, and like a dream you vanish
So much of our lives rely on something to turn, to spin or rotate. However you see it move it will always do just that. Move. Now, you have two options on how you look at this. You can see it as an opportunity or you can see it as an advantage. No matter how you want to see it, it will still move. Regardless of what you want it to do, it will still move. The universe is out of your hands and what is meant to be, will be. Much like that of the mirror ball that reflects the spotlight at the roller rink. Even that damned rink forces you to be trapped in a rotation. However, it was a choice and every choice has a consequence. You knew very well that the rink would suck you in like a tornado, yet, you let it. You knew that you would find joy in the endless cycle. Perhaps it brought back memories from childhood of someone taking you by the hands and spinning you as fast as they could. Trusting they would not let you slip out of their hands. It only took one time for them to let you slip before you would ever let them have another try. There is always joy in the unexpected. At times, there is more joy to be found there. Like the first attempt at a margarita. Maybe it was took much alcohol or not enough, but it was that blender that memorized you for a brief moment. Its that feeling you crave. The whirlwind effect or downward spiral. Its something that no one can run from but they must make a choice. They can let it drag them down or…..they can dance with it.
The invention of the disco was a democratic one. No longer did one person dance in the spotlight. The rainbow lights illuminated all dancers equally brightly, equally fleetingly.
Discos are a weird creation. They are meant to allow men and women to socialize, which means talking and getting to know each other. What they actually do is allow you to run your sweaty body against another person’s.
Mahin
After the disco, everything’s quiet. Everything’s dim in comparison, too, because nothing is quite like the noise and the color and feeling that you are unbreakable and so is everyone else, the feeling that your armor is the neon lights and the music which thumps in your ears like an earthly heartbeat.
I’ve always been fascinated with disco. The lit floor tiles and the hideous shoes, sparkling suits under the rainbow lights and big hair.
Arabela Lenore
Oneword may sound so simple, But in reality it is very powerful. A harsh word can change your life, the same thing when complemented or appreciated with a simple “oneword”.
To some, it is nothing. But to many it can be everything.
Charlotte Gay Valencerina
Small, disco-specks of reflective sequence adorned her long-hemmed dress. She was beautiful and disturbingly unearthly all at once, beckoning with one gnarled outstretched hand and holding a single finger to her cavernous mouth with the other.
Writhing bodies surrounded her, each and every one of them buzzed with alcohol. She could smell it tainting the air–a bitter smell that made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. The loud, vibrating booms of the music echoed in her ear. She covered her ears in vein. She pushed through the crowd, squeezing her way through lust-driven couples and uncoordinated bodies. At one point, she could have sworn she felt a hand grab her butt but she decided to pay it no mind and hurry out the door.
She hated what this generation calls ‘clubs’. She missed the times when gatherings like these were called discos.
Abi Ferrazzini
Right. Those still exist. “Well, yeah I mean they’re modified. They play like club hits I think. I dunno man, it was just an idea.” Yeah, yeah I know. ‘A temperate gaze into the refrigerator. Which opens constantly, but rarely bears le fruit de l’instant. The door, hermetic, closes.’ Well fuck it man, disco it is.
Houston Zemanski
The radio was on and the moon was shining like a disco ball. I don’t know what got into me, but I grabbed her hand and started to dance the perfect night away.
This was my first time out of the house in six months, and she thought it would be a cute idea to take me somewhere, so I could be ‘social’ but the disco, really? The fucking disco? She would have to pay for this. But I loved her, so I let her pull me away to dance with her
the floor was covered with disco
and i stumbled through a flapping crowd,
struggling against the sounds
and then in the corner of my eye,
barely hitting my retina,
i saw her.
she was dancing like a desperate, crazy person.
she was dancing like me.
Standing in a corner
my desolate heart
lonely and cold
only a warm smile
necessary to break this spell
The music carries them this way
next to me, with me
kaleidoscopic colors match the beat
mirrored reflections across the room
“Come with us,” grabs my hand
hips move without thought
feet tap, eyes close
disco meant the last of the worries i had that night, in between the thoughts and the blood running low, there is so much time a vampire can survive without losing much of its delicacy. So I felt after this times of nights.
lyann
Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun DO THE DISCO!
Lights and music. shine and bright. lust and dancing. pointing. drinks. go-go boots, big hair. freedom, black and white. interracial. whitney houston. eyelashes. makeup. love. always. music. colors. sounds. empty dance floor. solo. spotlight. Shine your love for yourself.
Karyssa Howell
disco ball globe mirror square on rattling motor. silver squares racing across the walls, a marathon of diamonds. smoke, hot humid chemical smog smell in my nose. jiggy jiggl, tipsy, I shouldn’t even be here.
The lights are amazing, people are dressed in the 80’s. That’s what the theme for this dance is.
Before the dancing everybody prepared forvthis night.
Mary was sitting with her friends, talking and chatting with each other. Everybody is dressed in the 80’s, having fun. Soon each one is dancing with a partner except her. She was wondering
who will asked her to dance.
Suddenly, Mike, the most popular boy at school was in front of her, holding a rose.
“Can I dance with you?” he said.
At first, she didn’t move. Don’t know what to do.
“Of course!”
“Let’s go then, to this dsco!” He grabbed her and they dance till it was over.
Please. Please can we go? It is late and my eyes are heavy and you are heavy in my arms and in my mind. Can we go? Please, we dance too much and the disco is closing and you hate the music anyway. Please, can we go?
Chris
Disco is a ball. Sometimes I look at the ball and I feel dizzy. I love to dance with disco because he is round and fat and shiny. He likes to stare at me in the eye but he dazzles so so much that I would usually cover my eyes up. I love him but I can’t look at him for long. So I left. I miss you disco ball.
Emily
I was at a raging party in the 80’s and man that disco ball glittered like the sun. I sat down to have a glass of beer in a red solo cup but I was entranced by the sparkling wonders of the disco ball. I threw down my cup and danced like it was my birthday, decked in a glittering jumpsuit and everything.
Madison
Few times in our history has a single idea or philosophy been responsible for so many indignities and embarrassments as disco dancing. Looking back, it is remarkable that its toll on mankind was so light.
tonykeyesjapan
Saturday Night Fever
12:00 Midnight
Son of Sam
Got to get home
Got to get home
Got to get home
One more line and ill call it a dance
One more dance and ill call him a cab
Let the light reflect from little squares of mirror plastered onto a spinning ball. For a moment I’m gonna dance like an idiot – paying no attention the sneers and snarks judging my two left feet. I’m doin’ the hustle.
Oh to be young again and be able to spend more than five minutes disco dancing. Maybe it’s time to take up ballroom dancing instead.
Disco is a type of dancing that allows the soul to soar above the dancer and mix and mingle with the flashes of light emanating from a ball that spins like the dancers below. The clothes, the hair, the moves – they all swirl together to create a
I remember when disco was the thing to do. I really lijed the clothes but not so sure that I was ever into disco music. It’s amazing to see disco rise and fall. I wonder what is next on the horizon in the dance arena.
enjoyment
I’ve got my school mesh shorts on. I hate locker room days. Really. All the sweaty. All the fit. These scrawny chicken legs in their boy cut shorts. But its disco dance day. The one portion of PE that actually suits me. So throw on those tunes, mister, and let the dance competition begin!
She never went to a disco.As her mother was assasinated in a disco near her house,she quit having fun.She thought she would probably regret but she didn’t.She,now,loves daily routine.
Disco…was it really dead? Of course not. It had just grown older with the people that lived it. Look into your weddings, your basement parties and your class reuinions. The inferno burns on.
disco is an style or entertainment. Some say it is an old and shallow form of entertainment, but these are the people who never try it just gossip about it.
Dance. Just dance. It’ll be okay.
Just dance, he said. Maybe it’ll go away.
The pain
The stain
The man with the mane.
Disco ball, flashing lights, swirling around lost in the melody. Release from control, self-consciousness dissipates. In that moment I am free.
Chuckling, they flipped to the next page.
“What are you kids doing?”
They closed the album and scrambled to slide it under their parents bed before their mother could walk in the room.
“Nothing!”
She turned the corner before it was completely hidden.
play, disco-ball, sex, man, women, atraction, house, music, colors, crazy, dance, fun, love, free,
Well that got me seriously stumped. I’m so used to writing terribly dark messages that the prospect of so much shinyness and enthusiasm leaves me speechless.
Disco lights flashed around
Giving the entire room the psychedelic translucent glow
That was already reflected in her eyes
Flashing lights, bumping music, I want to take you dancing. We’ve talked about it, going out, just us two in each other’s vision. We smile at each other, our eyes catch in the dark, and like a dream you vanish
So much of our lives rely on something to turn, to spin or rotate. However you see it move it will always do just that. Move. Now, you have two options on how you look at this. You can see it as an opportunity or you can see it as an advantage. No matter how you want to see it, it will still move. Regardless of what you want it to do, it will still move. The universe is out of your hands and what is meant to be, will be. Much like that of the mirror ball that reflects the spotlight at the roller rink. Even that damned rink forces you to be trapped in a rotation. However, it was a choice and every choice has a consequence. You knew very well that the rink would suck you in like a tornado, yet, you let it. You knew that you would find joy in the endless cycle. Perhaps it brought back memories from childhood of someone taking you by the hands and spinning you as fast as they could. Trusting they would not let you slip out of their hands. It only took one time for them to let you slip before you would ever let them have another try. There is always joy in the unexpected. At times, there is more joy to be found there. Like the first attempt at a margarita. Maybe it was took much alcohol or not enough, but it was that blender that memorized you for a brief moment. Its that feeling you crave. The whirlwind effect or downward spiral. Its something that no one can run from but they must make a choice. They can let it drag them down or…..they can dance with it.
The invention of the disco was a democratic one. No longer did one person dance in the spotlight. The rainbow lights illuminated all dancers equally brightly, equally fleetingly.
Discos are a weird creation. They are meant to allow men and women to socialize, which means talking and getting to know each other. What they actually do is allow you to run your sweaty body against another person’s.
After the disco, everything’s quiet. Everything’s dim in comparison, too, because nothing is quite like the noise and the color and feeling that you are unbreakable and so is everyone else, the feeling that your armor is the neon lights and the music which thumps in your ears like an earthly heartbeat.
I’ve always been fascinated with disco. The lit floor tiles and the hideous shoes, sparkling suits under the rainbow lights and big hair.
Oneword may sound so simple, But in reality it is very powerful. A harsh word can change your life, the same thing when complemented or appreciated with a simple “oneword”.
To some, it is nothing. But to many it can be everything.
Small, disco-specks of reflective sequence adorned her long-hemmed dress. She was beautiful and disturbingly unearthly all at once, beckoning with one gnarled outstretched hand and holding a single finger to her cavernous mouth with the other.
Writhing bodies surrounded her, each and every one of them buzzed with alcohol. She could smell it tainting the air–a bitter smell that made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. The loud, vibrating booms of the music echoed in her ear. She covered her ears in vein. She pushed through the crowd, squeezing her way through lust-driven couples and uncoordinated bodies. At one point, she could have sworn she felt a hand grab her butt but she decided to pay it no mind and hurry out the door.
She hated what this generation calls ‘clubs’. She missed the times when gatherings like these were called discos.
Right. Those still exist. “Well, yeah I mean they’re modified. They play like club hits I think. I dunno man, it was just an idea.” Yeah, yeah I know. ‘A temperate gaze into the refrigerator. Which opens constantly, but rarely bears le fruit de l’instant. The door, hermetic, closes.’ Well fuck it man, disco it is.
The radio was on and the moon was shining like a disco ball. I don’t know what got into me, but I grabbed her hand and started to dance the perfect night away.
This was my first time out of the house in six months, and she thought it would be a cute idea to take me somewhere, so I could be ‘social’ but the disco, really? The fucking disco? She would have to pay for this. But I loved her, so I let her pull me away to dance with her
spin spin in circles
white light
small white circles swallow
flickering lights
eyes flicker
fight fight flicker swallow
follow flights
with your flickering
white eyes
the floor was covered with disco
and i stumbled through a flapping crowd,
struggling against the sounds
and then in the corner of my eye,
barely hitting my retina,
i saw her.
she was dancing like a desperate, crazy person.
she was dancing like me.
Standing in a corner
my desolate heart
lonely and cold
only a warm smile
necessary to break this spell
The music carries them this way
next to me, with me
kaleidoscopic colors match the beat
mirrored reflections across the room
“Come with us,” grabs my hand
hips move without thought
feet tap, eyes close
I am dancing at the disco.
disco meant the last of the worries i had that night, in between the thoughts and the blood running low, there is so much time a vampire can survive without losing much of its delicacy. So I felt after this times of nights.
Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun DO THE DISCO!
Lights and music. shine and bright. lust and dancing. pointing. drinks. go-go boots, big hair. freedom, black and white. interracial. whitney houston. eyelashes. makeup. love. always. music. colors. sounds. empty dance floor. solo. spotlight. Shine your love for yourself.
disco ball globe mirror square on rattling motor. silver squares racing across the walls, a marathon of diamonds. smoke, hot humid chemical smog smell in my nose. jiggy jiggl, tipsy, I shouldn’t even be here.
The lights are amazing, people are dressed in the 80’s. That’s what the theme for this dance is.
Before the dancing everybody prepared forvthis night.
Mary was sitting with her friends, talking and chatting with each other. Everybody is dressed in the 80’s, having fun. Soon each one is dancing with a partner except her. She was wondering
who will asked her to dance.
Suddenly, Mike, the most popular boy at school was in front of her, holding a rose.
“Can I dance with you?” he said.
At first, she didn’t move. Don’t know what to do.
“Of course!”
“Let’s go then, to this dsco!” He grabbed her and they dance till it was over.
Please. Please can we go? It is late and my eyes are heavy and you are heavy in my arms and in my mind. Can we go? Please, we dance too much and the disco is closing and you hate the music anyway. Please, can we go?
Disco is a ball. Sometimes I look at the ball and I feel dizzy. I love to dance with disco because he is round and fat and shiny. He likes to stare at me in the eye but he dazzles so so much that I would usually cover my eyes up. I love him but I can’t look at him for long. So I left. I miss you disco ball.
I was at a raging party in the 80’s and man that disco ball glittered like the sun. I sat down to have a glass of beer in a red solo cup but I was entranced by the sparkling wonders of the disco ball. I threw down my cup and danced like it was my birthday, decked in a glittering jumpsuit and everything.
Few times in our history has a single idea or philosophy been responsible for so many indignities and embarrassments as disco dancing. Looking back, it is remarkable that its toll on mankind was so light.
Saturday Night Fever
12:00 Midnight
Son of Sam
Got to get home
Got to get home
Got to get home
One more line and ill call it a dance
One more dance and ill call him a cab
Got to get home…