The SELLADORE
REFLECTIONS
Cover: Momentum, Rowan Parkinson
“All these magic moments I’ve forgotten.”
- Jeff Rosenstock, We Begged 2 Explode
THE SELLADORE
"I was astonished when someone first showed that by writing cellar door as Selladore one produces an enchanting proper name.” - C.S. Lewis
“Your language too has soft and beautiful words, but they are not always appreciated. What could be more musical than your word cellar-door?” - W.D. Howells
“The modern small home or apartment has ... deprived today's child of ... the pleasant summer afternoon activity of sliding down cellar doors. Just what happened to the slanted cellar door in this efficient age isn't clear; although cellars have remained, nothing has disappeared more quietly from modern life than these cellar doors.” - William Chapman White
“This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that ‘cellar door’ is the most beautiful.” - Karen Pomeroy
“Sell a cellar, door a cellar, sell a cellar cellar-door, door adore, adore a door, selling cellar, door a cellar, cellar cellar-door. There is damned little meaning and less sense in such a sentence, but there is, unless my tonal balance is askew, twice more rhythm and twice more lovely sound in it than in anything, equally idiotic, that Miss Gertrude ever confected.” - George Jean Nathan
“I’m like you ...I remember everything.” - André Aciman
“No. It’s not a name. It’s something else. Selladore, it’s not a princess’ name, it can’t be. Selladore… is a place… It is a place which is revered by all who know of it. A sacred place marked at its centre by… by trees.” - David Gleeson and Stephen Beresford
“I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best, the subject I want to know better.” - Frida Kahlo
“The art of art, the glory of expression, and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.” - Walt Whitman
INTRODUCTION
Within these pages are entire worlds, constellations of meaning and purpose brought to bear upon us by the students of Elmwood. There is a startling array of techniques and styles fraught with humour, passion and intent. Though each piece says something different, they are similar in that they all say something meaningful and forceful. We started this journal for this expressed purpose: to give the students of this school an opportunity to regain control over language and to exert agency where there might exist passivity. These authors have tamed language to meet their emotional ends and, in so doing, give you, the reader, an understanding that such things are possible, no matter your age or experience. We ask simply that you read these words with an open mind, an open heart, and with the understanding that, should you choose to express yourself as well, the next issue will be waiting for you.
Sincerely,
Your EditorsElizabeth
May Wang
Rowyn Pratte
Aurae Rogers
Mehak Sandhu
Claire Hang
Khaliya Thawer
Sloane Bradley
Queenie Yau
Tamsen Taylor
Sarah Di Silvestro
Ceili Halloran
Chloe Danks
Madelaine Delaney
CONTENTS
Get Out Of My Head!
sleeping in class
Dried Roses
Rowan
Maya Yemm
Lorrie Whiten
Eliza Riegel
Figures of Light
Victoria Barliszen
Lorrie Whiten
Izzie Morgan
Queenie Yau
Chloe Bazilev
Eliza Riegel & Lily Sun
Maddie Petit
Maddie Petit
Rowan
Rowan
Phone Call
. RainSong
TRACKLIST
BabyBirch
. Good Morning, Al
TheLonesomeBorder,Pt.1
. Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You
Feathers
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First Day of My Life
Sharp Cutting Wings (Song to a Poet)
. ThingsBehindTheSun
Dagger .
Hold On Magnolia
JonBrion
HanYe-ri
JoannaNewsom
AllyEvenson
DearNora
BigThief
Florist
BrightEyes
LucindaWilliams
NickDrake
Slowdive
Songs:Ohia
RadioCure
Perfect
YouKnowMoreThanIKnow
Cactus Tree
not a lot, just forever .
It’sInfinite
TwoWays
. Landslide
Heaven-Live
The Moon
AllThingsMustPass
. WatchingHimFadeAway
Wilco
MJLenderman
JohnCale
JoniMitchell
AdrianneLenker
Lomelda
Florist
FleetwoodMac
TalkingHeads
TheMicrophones
GeorgeHarrison
MacDemarco
reflection
Aurae Rogers the room i am in is made of mirrors so it doesn’t matter where i look i have to face the consequences of my actions my reflection haunts me through the floor and the only place where i don’t see my own face is the inside of my eyelids there aren’t any doors in this place it’s all just reflective glass and it doesn’t matter how far or fast i run i can’t outrun myself and the wide eyes that look back at me when i try and stare into the past it’s an eerie kind of calmness that gazes back at me because for all of my screaming and crying the reflection is always a calm smiling monster
The Ending of Us
Sloane BradleyWhat mind said, “we have two deaths”?
One for our bodies, to dissolve into flowers. For the slow crumble of our fingertips that seek out memories, of clay seals and scraping chalk, of hot pain and teeth on crystal glass.
What mind spoke of the second death?
The one for our souls, to fade into air.
For the imprint of us to chip out of people’s wandering minds, for the memories of familiar winds to echo into tumultuous feelings. For the Ending of us.
Serenity
Chloe DanksIn the middle of the wilderness
A lake comes into view
The shimmering and sloshing of the water draws you in Like a moth to a flame You rush towards it
Diving into the dark blue water
You only hear the peaceful hum of the lake The noise draws you in Its heaviness comforting As you sink toward the bottom
sleeping in class, Queenie Yau
Kaleidoscope
Eliza RiegelThe mirror on your face Is blind-sighted of what’s not Calibrated by the days Shattered pieces in a box
Spinning out of my head I will take all of the heat Even if I will never sleep
Spinning out of control Wash my mouth out with your soap
Killing the kaleidoscope.
passing, Lorrie Whiten | Click to play
to be in spite
Izzie MorganHappiness is wrong
Because the world is breaking so why should you be happy?
Why should you be happy to see a girl laugh with her mother When girls and mothers all over the world are dying alone.
Why should I laugh at my fathers antics When other fathers berate their sons?
Why should I sing to my favourite song when there are those without voices?
Or dance my favourite dance when others are unable to stand?
Well here’s my answer: we do these things in Spite. We smile because the bad is so real that it pulls at our lips.
We laugh because we wish to scream.
We sing because our voices fade.
We dance because our legs will give out.
We live and breathe in spite of death
So there is no point in giving in.
The world is breaking so we let ourselves be happy.
Happiness is right.
my trip to the zoo, Queenie Yau
EDITORIALS
Once you start to look, you cannot help but see.
Kin
Rowan Parkinson
Sitting around a table:
Two skeletons wearing our faces
I look you in the eyes,
The same as mine
Imagining I could see the outline of your heart
Remembering every time you’ve cried (for me)
Days unhook, time unravels
The speakers play soft lullabies out of order
The possibility of change too distant to touch
You reach for my hand and I don’t pull away
Everything fades and we will too
Thank you anyway
ARTISTS
Elizabeth Chen-Baker
May Wang
Rowyn Pratte
Aurae Rogers
Mehak Sandhu
Claire Hang
Khaliya Thawer
Sloane Bradley
Queenie Yau
Tamsen Taylor
Sarah Di Silvestro
Ceili Halloran
Chloe Danks
Madelaine Delaney
Eliza Riegel
Lily Sun
Maya Yemm
Lorrie Whiten
Victoria Barliszen
Izzie Morgan
Chloe Bazilev
EDITORS
Rowan Parkinson
Maddie Petit FOUNDERS
Megan Sweeney
Safa Siddiqui
PAST EDITORS
Sophia Swettenham
Madeleine Klebanoff O’Brien
Linnea Dalvi
Zaina Khan
Abigail Butler
Hannah Gerring
Bianca Sugunasiri
Stella-Charles Fisher