I have been trying to find out exactly when listeners and performers decided that applause between movements would not be allowed, but nobody seems to have been willing to admit that they were the culprit.
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Maui Movements
Native performers,
Proud of their rich heritage,
Help traditions live.
Young hula dancers,
Dressed in colorful attire,
Dance with hips and hands.
Gently swaying hips,
Combined with silent language
Of the dancer's hands,
Beckon us to watch
As history comes alive
In Maui movements.
Older performers
Translate every movement --
Help us understand.
Let's understand them
And LEARN, from Maui movements,
How history lives !
poem by Craig Burgess
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Most performers don't admit this, because it sounds negative and performers are not supposed to be negative, but when I was on the road, I was lonely.
quote by Tom Glazer
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We blame conveniently.
A stole from B.
Who is the culprit?
If it is A, why did B steal from C?
A theft occurred.
Who is the culprit?
The greed to get or
The greed to hoard.
A boy teased a girl.
Who is the culprit?
His thirst or her looks.
A tree fell down.
Who is the culprit?
The storm or the soil.
We fix the culprit conveniently.
11.06.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The stage is close to being in the middle of the hall, so that the performers are surrounded by the listeners. I feel that we are all experiencing the music together.
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The unconditional judgment
Writers are a few; their readers are much.
These readers aren’t those writers either.
Actors are a few; their viewers are much.
These viewers aren’t those actors at all.
Singers are a few; their listeners are much.
These listeners aren’t those singers too.
Performers are different from audience.
Poets must be read by other than poets.
Then would prevail a good environment,
Where judgment will be unconditional.
26.10.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I still insist that American performers are the best performers in the world.
quote by Tony Bennett
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The Prisoner
Upspoke the culprit at the bar,
Conducting his own case:
'Your Lordship, I have gone to far,
But grant me of your grace.
As I was passing by a shop
I saw my arm go out,
And though I begged of it to stop,
It stole beyond a doubt.
'But why should my whole body be
Condemned to dungeon grim,
For what in fact was only the
Transgression of a limb?
So here before the Court I stand,
And beg in Justice' name:
Please penalise my arm and hand,
But not my frame.'
Outspoke the Judge with voice of ice,
Although a smile he hid:
'Quite right! You should not pay the price
For what one member did.
Your reasoning I must admit;
Your arm should gaol expect . . .
Three months! And if you follow it
The Court does not object.'
The culprit smiled with sudden charm,
Then to the Court's dismay,
Quickly removed a wooden arm
And went away.
poem by Robert William Service
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Any outfit that has to beg its listeners for money is an organization that has to constantly please its listeners or it will dry up and go away. It shouldn't work when you think about it.
quote by Bob Edwards
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I Do Admit This
I must admit,
I've gone through several personality shifts...
During my lifetime.
Finding those adjustments not so easy to take.
But glad that God took the time with me,
To make those growth periods...
Ones I now appreciate.
I must admit,
I've had great teachers.
Several I did not meet in classrooms either.
I've had close relationships with those,
Who taught me lessons to keep.
I must admit,
I miss my grandparents and parents.
Ex-wives and tight friends who in my life,
And in my mind....
Will always exist.
It seems those who were most interested in me,
Are gone.
And for some reason what they taught,
Has left me powerfully strong.
And I do admit this...
So much of their presence lives within me.
I feel them surrounding me constantly.
Whether this is memory or actual occurrence.
I must admit,
They've assisted in my endurance.
Leaving me to know I am blessed!
And admitting to myself,
What they have left has allowed my happiness.
I would not be able to live,
Without this admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Applause
People will grow
More with applause
Than with rich food.
People will die
More for applause
Than for rich food.
People will die
More from applause
Than from rich food.
People forgo,
To get applause,
Their food in time.
People will spend
More for applause
Than for rich food.
Applause will do
What alcohol
Will, to people.
Applause denied,
Or food denied,
The body will wilt.
Applause is earned
To gather people
And select mates.
Applause feeds ego
And food keeps body.
Body is for ego.
18.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If you achieve success, you will get applause, and if you get applause, you will hear it. My advice to you concerning applause is this; enjoy it but never quite believe it.
quote by Robert Montgomery
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If you achieve success, you will get applause, and if you get applause, you will hear it. My advice to you concerning applause is this enjoy it but never quite believe it.
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Like It's Mixed With Yeast
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
Or a cake that bakes to rise,
To the heights of the sky.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
And no one can get enough of it.
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
And when I don't get it,
I wish for it a bit!
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
And when I don't get it,
I wish for it a bit!
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Or...
Delicious bisquits whipped,
No one can get enough of it!
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
And allow everyone to get a sample piece to eat.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
And allow everyone to get a sample piece to eat.
Feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
You feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Just feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Feed them my ego,
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Should Be Allowed To Think
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
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Some May Come To Find They Beg
Some may come to find they beg,
Not to be left alone...
When mates decided to leave.
And from shared homes flee!
With a purpose to move on and forget
And those affected by the split,
Will not admit their participation in it.
Or they activated to ignite a riff...
That causes one to exit,
Permanently.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The truth is clothed
We don’t talk what we want to talk.
We tailor it to suit the listeners.
Listeners changed, the talks would differ.
We clothe the truth with matching lies.
02.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I thought that maybe it is not so much, as he seems to think, that the world loses interest in female performers after they hit a certain age, than the performers lose interest in the world.
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The skit was very successful based on the applause. After that show, the three of us decided to get together and try and come up with some songs that we could all participate in.
quote by Phil Harris
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Standing Or Dancing Under Spotlight
Why aren't you dancing under the spotlight?
Why not dazzle the audience,
With that side of your talents?
'I am sitting here amazed,
How that light can beam centerstage...
And all I want to do is to observe it! '
Why?
'It just occurred to me...
I've never sought spotlight.
And there it is as if teasing.'
Aren't you tempted to bask in it?
'Not at all.
Immediately I would get bored with it.'
Why?
'People would expect me to want to be,
Under it all the time.
Waiting for me to entertain them somehow.
And nothing bores me more than routine.
I am more interested to know...
How someone who controls that spotlight,
Maintains such patience...
Following someone with such ego,
Who seems to want that light on them all the time!
I bet that person has an interesting conversation.'
I never thought about that!
'Me either.
Not until I began to smell that peach cobbler.
Can you smell it? '
Yeah!
Yeah I can!
'When was the last time saw anyone,
Standing under spotlight eating?
Anything? '
Performers aren't allowed to eat onstage.
'On stage?
Performers aren't expected to eat, period.
And...
I want a taste of that pie.
Standing or dancing under spotlight,
Is the furthest thing from my mind! '
Let's go see how much of it is left.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Allowed
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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