#Quadrille

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Quadrille at the Moulin Rouge

Artist: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (French, 1864 - 1901)

Date: 1892

Medium: Oil on cardboard

Collection: National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC, United States

Description

A man and woman standing with their backs to us face a room where others stand or pose in this vertical painting. Though made with oil on cardboard, the paint is applied loosely with visible strokes so the painting looks more like a pastel drawing. The people have peach-colored or mint-green skin. Cut off by the left edge of the painting, the man wears a black top hat and suit. We only see the short blond hair behind one ear and the jutting cheekbone and jaw of his profile. The woman takes up almost the left half of the picture. She wears a flat, brown coat outlined in royal blue, a fur stole around her neck, and a blue hat with flowers. Her brown hair is pulled up, and she looks to our right in profile with pale, nearly ash-white skin. Across from the couple, to our right and farther into the room, a woman wearing a teal-green dress stands with her feet planted wide so her feet flare out and her hands on her hips. Her body is squared toward the couple, and she looks off to our left. A black hat perches on her yellow hair, which is piled atop her head. She cocks one eyebrow over green eyes, and her lips curl in a lopsided sneer over a double chin. A tawny-brown corset under her bust cinches her waist. She gathers the skirt in fistfuls with each hand to reveal white petticoats and black boots or shoes.

[myrandomrambles]

With(out)

Without dark, we never truly appreciate the lightWith grief, joy’s warmth feels so preciousWithout struggle, labour’s fruit won’t feel fulfillingWith despair, hope’s embrace feels heavenlyWithout disappointment, happiness can be unappreciatedWith hindsight, things seem vastly different There is nothing quite like the absence of something to truly make you understand its value. The lows certainly…

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Hibernation

Before hehibernates amongrusting crackles of leaves,a hedgehog lumbersinto the garden.A cross-sketching of prickles,he heaves himself through a fence,a hungry urchinsniffing out earthworms,slugs and snails,ready to makehis winter homein a pileof logs. Kim M. Russell, 28th November 2023 Image by K8 on Unsplash I wasn’t back in time to write a poem on Monday for this week’s quadrille for our…

[heracliteanfire]

Como, a set of quadrilles by Charles D' Albert

Sheet music cover, ca 1850, London

(via print; music sheet/cover | British Museum)

[musingsfromastonehead]

Not Every Poem Needs A Hard Hat

“Sixteen poems in an hour!”, Marion comments. Yes… and no. I wasn’t scribbling without thought. I was working fast, yes, but not freewriting. There’s a subtle distinction. What I do in those moments is closer to improvisation. Think free jazz, not stream-of-consciousness. No predetermined structure, but a beat, a mood, a dynamic range. A readiness to respond. In the 1990s, I played with free…

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An Honest Rant. Honestly!

The word “honest” always reminds me of Honesty by Billy Joel. A song I love so much. The chorus alone says everything. (Maybe I’ll write another poem to incorporate that somehow.) 🎶 Honesty is such a lonely wordEveryone is so untrueHonesty is hardly ever heardAnd mostly what I need from you 🎶 © 2025 Samantha Williams. All Rights Reserved. Quadrille #226 – Honestly!   Thank you, Kim and the…

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When The Lid's Off - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to use the word or a form of the word – honest. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Honestly! Photo by Katia Damyan: https://www.pexels.com “Tell all the truth but tell it slant” Emily Dickinson When The Lid's OffWhat am I bid for my true self,the thing buried deepyet readily open like abottle when the lids offor…

[upsyjaja]

Hoots of thunder in twilight

Away sounds of distant thunder sparks prayer for cool weather for a moment humidity flees  silence is broken by rustling trees  sounds of night competing as distant thunder abates the heat coming dawn gazes upon the scene coming unforgiving Sun- not caring a hoot…     Sitting in my chair, the crack of distant thunder inspired this piece. I hope it does justice to this week’s Quadrille prompt on…

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Oldsoul - Quadrille for dVerse

*Image found HERE Oldsoul For as long as you can, stay a child.Drink our rivers.Absorb our clouds.Dream big and small, and go fishingfor sky.Award yourself the licenseand don’t wait.The tapestry will not weave itselfPretty fast ‘indigo’ turns to‘indigenous’ forty four words including the title. For dVerse Quadrille Monday where the wonderful Lilian gave a prompt to use the word ‘indigo’. The…

[fdmlovesfashion]

Catching up: Quadrille Ball reception for the upcoming White-Tie Gala at the Plaza.

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Smooth Pipes

It can hurt a lot as a struggle for smoothie with bagpipes.

[authormarialberg]

Screams All The Way Down

Fear of Loss of Autonomy by Maria L. Berg 2024 These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Loss of Autonomy. OctPoWriMo Today is Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and the prompt word is “light.” For today’s poem, I was sure that my Artist Magnetic Poetry Kit would have the word “light,” but to my shock and horror, it did not. So I wrote “light” on seven stickers and got to…

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What Would It Take?

What does the Sun tell himself?To rise without fail every dayWhat do the flowers tell themselvesto reveal their beauty, without any expectationsThey play their assigned roleswithout questions or expectationsWhat would it take,to discover their secret?I wonder Some days make you wish for an alternate reality. Life is full of surprises. Even the best of plans can go wrong in the most unexpected…

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

A Very British Summer

It arrives with the sparkle and sweetnessof lemonade, echoes of cricketon the green, and scents of mown grassand public swimming pool. Butbehind the summer shimmerthere’s a threatening glimmerof thunderstorms and torrential rainto send us back indoors again. Kim M. Russell, 22nd July 2024 Image by Urban Vintage on Unsplash This Monday, De is hosting the Quadrille at the dVerse Poets Pub, where…

[salix-exigua]

Little Shop of Horrors is so much funnier when you know that Alan Menken came from a family of dentists.

[musingsfromastonehead]

What Remains? Fragments

What Remains? FragmentsFragment 1They dance it off: the breath, the pace,the break room jokes, no rugby grace,and me, I'm left with a hat of teeth,a squeezing lungfish, my namebeneath the bed. I restitch my skinas snails applaud. I begin to whirlbut drop.Fragment 2I once arm-wrestled pigs for rent,swam to work in a mud-filled trench,shouldered logs that whispered Geek,scaled fences just to hear…