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Picture yourself
in
With tangerine
trees
Somebody
A
girl
calls
a
boat on a river
and marmalade
skies;
you; you answer quite slowly,
with kaleidscope eyes. Paul
McCartney and John Lennon
LONGWOOD VOLUME
3,
COLLEGE NUMBER 1
1967-1968
STAFF Myers
Editor-in-Chief
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Feature Editor
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.....;
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Owen
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TABLE OF CONTENTS Of a Tree, poem Gleeman, lithograph All is Calm, short story
Sharon Collins Jane Powell Karla Myers
4 4
Untitled, charcoal
Frances Bain Linda Pellkan Donna Barnes
7
poem Worth, poem What Then?, poem Untitled,
Too Old Pamela,
War
poem
monoprint
Untitled,
Aftermath, prose Impression Viet,
poem
Chant Religium, poem All the Little Live Things, review
....
Replaced, short story Untitled, pen and Ink
.
poem
Sprite,
Cliff,
14 16 17
Stephanie Poslvach Sharon Collins Emily Gillespie Linda Shell June Lancaster
Jane Powell Karla Myers
Fourteen Roses, etching
Summer
Frances Bain Donna Barnes Frances Bain June Lancaster Linda Long Linda Long
Emily Gillespie
.
The
9 9 10
Gale Jane Ragland Jennifer Young
The Babysitter's Plight, poem Dagan, Mealy, Spud, and Me, poem The Improbable Photographs Exhibit, review The Senators, linoleum print Ballad of Erth,
Pellkan
Vivian
Temperance, serigraph
poem
Bonnie
prose impression
Gay Andrews
Printed by The DIetz Press, Inc.
109 East Gary Street
Richmond
19, Virginia
3
8
Donna Barnes
Linda
for That, short story linoleum print
with a Beat,
5
17 18 18
19
20 21
24 24 25 26 27 28 29 29 30
OF A TREE Barren 'gainst the sky of evening
You like
stand, your whitened finger reaching
the bones of long-lost ancestors.
Sharon Collins
ALL
IS
CALM
wife's
hlls
didn't
back from
voice brought him
SLOW DOWN,
wish you would
Carleton.
reverie.
his
snowing.
is
It
"I
Or
you even notice."
"Elizabeth,
or we'll
I
can't
keep
sideways."
slip
my He
foot
on the brake
tightened their grip on the steering wheel
until
the time
all
spoke patiently but
his
his
hands
knuckels
turned white. "Well, your driving death."
is
probably scaring poor Marilyn to
She turned around
to the girl in the
back
"Isn't
seat.
dear?"
it,
Marilyn sat relaxed against the seat, her floating blond hair
framing an unusually delicate face. it's
rather exciting."
did
I
tell
you, Carleton.
And she They had come to
speechless."
Soft
flakes
silent
shouted their way down from the dark
down the glistenMount Washington,
snnokey sky. Carleton Ashley drove haltingly ing road that
wound down
the side of
applying the brakes of the long burgundy car, and releasing
them slick
from
to prevent hill.
it
momentum on
from gaining too much
the
Hie glanced at the rioting Christmas lights shining
across
the
river,
where squares
rectangular patterns stood against the
of
deep
light
"HHow peaceful" he thought, "to see the of the city,
and yet hear only the swish
road and the low hum of the motor."
grouped
lights
and motion
of tires
on the wet
You've frightened the child
broke into low musical laughter. the bridge that crossed over to
town Pittsburgh, and the
traffic
increased.
and glass phantoms followed behind
down-
Swift shiny steel
inquisitive
headlights,
and swept across the wet bridge.
The Ashley's car joined
moved along
with the stream of vehicles
the excited crush, and to the other side, lay melting
Elizabeth
in
rusty sky.
"Actually, Aunt Elizabeth,
brightly.
turned back to glower sullenly at her husband.
Elizabeth
"What
She smiled
where the snow had ceased
slouched
down
in
the seat
flying
and
reservations yet for the flight to
Marilyn jerked up.
Acapulco."
to
drum
"hfave you
made
and began
her long scarlet fingernails on the armrest,
to
its
on the cemented earth.
Morocco, dear?"
"Morocco!?!
I
thought
we were going
Carleton looked at cusingly,
wife,
his
and answered, "Yes,
who was
that's right.
Elizabeth raised her usually soft voice.
you know. Acapulco
Morocco,
is in
at
staring
Carleton noticed the harshness of
"Well I'm not crazy
and vicious red
and Carleton went on
Acapulco
is
else that's in
in
Mexico.
in a
controlled tone.
You must be
thinking o(
"Carleton, what did you
He
"We
should take a trip to TIajuana
moved
slower, stopping tor glaring
catch
didn't
and smiled.
voice,
topped posts on crowded street corners, and when the eyes blinked benevolent green.
scarlet eyes that
starting
again
Elizabeth sat with her eyes closed,
and Carleton kept "Shall
park
I
in
his
the
humming
gaze fixed on the heavy
a mournful tune, traffic.
and from soaked
their
air into
lines
my
Shoppers paraded to
an elevator that bore them
down
on the
third floor
You
guts!
Miami
soft
birthday.
In
and the engine died.
between
note
accusation
of
make
to
her
in
sure you don't spare
"Oh
an ugly sneer.
in
I'm an old
you can buy
think
so you can.
brown her
jerking fury.
woman.
Is
that
yes,
why you
.
."
in his
"No!
leather.
head I'm
"I
up,
not
me
a mink and send
me
off to
She stopped suddenly, aware of the eyes.
that's true."
her shoes, studying a
know,
Carl.
face
Elizabeth's
sorry!
I'm
I'm
not
filled
I'm
smudge on
sorry."
not
with I'm
the
Abruptly
and
fear not.
!" .
.
!
hler voice rose in a grating scream.
He clapped
to the slushy
The Ashley's dark Lincoln glided
We
anyway?
with us for
run around with those long-limbed office bitches that have no
humming.
floor to the ninth.
want
mouth drew back
thirty-fifth
None of She looked down at
steaming cars and passed from the gasoline-
sidewalks below.
two yellow
first
come
warning
just
"Liz, please.
the angular concrete
weirdly from the
the "I
anguished expression
garage cars crawled up and down the oil-streaked ramps where engine and tire sounds echoed In
the past
in
suddenly and turned to face
any expense when you pick out your birthday present, honey."
Melon garage?"
Elizabeth continued her
she had begun to use
don't need you to pick out a fur coat."
Elizabeth's traffic
the elevator,
dark eye makeup
him.
or Mazatlan,"
Downtown, the
to
lights
his wife's
it
"Not really. some place
Morocco."
Elizabeth laughed gaily,
lipstick that
Elizabeth stopped
few weeks.
isn't it?"
Marilyn directed her attention to the window and kept there,
Walking under the eerie yellowish
him ac-
Acapulco."
like
at
a statue,
them.
his
hand over her mouth and Marilyn stood
looking angrily at the people
who were
staring
Elizabeth in
relaxed
inky rivers.
ling lips,
as
big
and she clutched
"Take
me
back,
at
Carl,
streaked
tears
Carleton took it
his
down
her cheeks
hand away from her tremb-
with her own.
please.
I
just
can't
make
it
this
weekend."
As Marilyn walked lessly
patting
slowly back to the car, Carl stood help-
Elizabeth's
head
and
holding
her
shaking
shoulders. "I'll
call Dr.
Goldstein, honey." Karla Myers
Fly
over
life,
others are crying
If
child;
Never ask why. Only fools live,
Just pretend you don't see.
While
Say "God meant
When
lovers die.
The carefree may But the wise
sing,
men do
not;
after.
to be."
Thinkers are thoughtless, I'm sure
you must know.
There's no place to go.
plot.
Wondering, wondering, turning about. Your mind's in a muddle;
Doctors don't heal;
They only
it
People have problems;
Diplomats babble;
Only babes
they die the day
repair.
People
may
hate;
Your brain hears
No one
will
care.
But the earth's really quiet with
The world's
in
an uproar.
And
But don't think of these things;
don't try to win.
Critics don't criticize.
They'll just give
They only shout;
Instead
Children are screaming; out.
Drunkards don't give a damn.
So why should you? You'll live a If
you
good
think that
of the din;
Poets frustrated and constantly sighing.
ask questions,
Mothers want a way
all
of purity close their eyes to the sin.
Cities of fire mechanically dying;
But don't think of sin;
Never
Holy virgins
a shout.
life
you do.
Come I
let's
stand
you the
blues.
switch places; In
my
shoes.
can be you and you can be me.
I'll
worry awhile,
And And
we'll
all
go
let
you write poetry.
In circles.
pretend that we're
free.
Linda Pelikan
WORTH Imagine loneliness and ice forever without heat,
imagine a thousand lollipops and not one tongue a storehouse of
book covers and one
Bible
a choir of beautiful mutes
an inkless pen and a million sheets of paper a
warm
sheepskin coat on a corpse
electric clock
and no
outlets
hundreds of picture frames a 10-karat
all the wrong size diamond and hook-studded arms.
a pair of eyes with nothing to see
.
.
WHAT
THEN?
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.
Imagine loneliness and ,ce forever without heat.
Or Donna Barnes
^^
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better yet, don't think of
Try to remember
me
at
all.
me
But even harder, forget
Remember my laugh And laugh you hear if
it
all
In
the wonderfullness.
someone
else.
Just laugh But don't think of laughs we've shared together.
Go But
to our places fill
them with someone
else, not
Remember my
face
But don't see
on any stranger
Speak
of
it
in
memories.
a crowd.
me
But speak with a shrug, not a sigh. Fall In
And
love with
life
then ask yourself
why you loved me. Linda Pellkan
TOO OLD FOR THAT
was Angela's voice.
It
was glad she was there because
I
she was so pretty and happy and young. She and friends this
"You Sarah. I
even know
didn't
May
come
I
had been
was coming, Angela.
I
It's
me,
in?"
heard a scooting around
to the
I
summer.
Angela came
the front room.
in
door with a soaking wet sponge
in
one hand and a
bucket dripping soapy water from the other.
"Why, I
thought
Sarah, you're certainly up to all
children
tell
the morning hello.
school had a race to see
in
who could
sleep the latest on Saturday."
"Most
my
of
The sand was dry, but
it
felt
sun shone brightly enough to reflection of
those
house was
on nine still
ocean-soaked
the
use.
I
resembled the glow of tired of pedaling
parked behind
my
I
may
of
return
the
a fairy
and say
me
hello.
this 1
summer, so
didn't
I
"I
I
made
don't
spiral stairs,
me
of
what
I
used to think
like.
come
Please
in.
It's
still
so early.
I'll
ate an apple while
I
my
rode
bike."
budge
until I've
fixed
you some
— French Toast?"
1
my
breakfast food.
beloved blue bike against one of the corner support beams
on the house, climbed up the
godmother looked
and when she smiled
fresh,
She reminded
was hungry, and the mention of French Toast made my stomach jump with anticipation. She remembered my favorite
thought
parked
all
"Well, you go right to the den, turn on the television, and
know which one
The back door was open.
up early and use
to get
like
I
She looked so
"Sarah, I'm sorry.
and noticed the Dirkson's car
Mr. and Mrs. Dirkson had
But
bet you haven't eaten breakfast."
I
bicycle,
Daddy, and
as well stop in
them was there.
Angela smiled.
Only one summer to come. remember how Its pale yellow color the sun's late September rays. was
their house.
friends with Mother,
suggested
jetty
them do.
her eyes sparkled.
months
lonely in
good under my bare feet. The make me squint, but its dull
of
freest day."
I
take no time, so
I
liked that.
I
There weren't any good
and knocked on the
screen door.
station
"Back so soon?"
back.
10
with
the
Shirley
hesitated, but she said
it
would
didn't argue.
Duo-Theatre
cartoons
Morning
on,
but
I
found the
Movies and
Temple was crying because she had
settled just
in-
herifed
Some
a
from her dead mother.
estate
dollar
multi-million
She thought nothing could ever make
reason to cry!
happy now that her Daddy had left her and her Nanny. knew wouldn't be crying if had even one million dollars
her I
my
My
own. could smell the cinnamon.
I
be ready
will
I
She was
girl."
little
doorway between the den and
Angela looked out road.
French Toast was cooking.
the
in
"Your breakfast
1
I
all
"Sarah, you certainly are a curious standing
the
kitchen.
minute."
in just a
window and peered down
of the
the
thought she must be expecting someone.
"Are you having some friends over, Angela? didn't know you knew any other people around here except Mother, Daddy, and me." I
Angela used cinnamon now. to put
My
had taught her
I
cinnamon on the egg-soaked bread before
morning we stayed
week
we
month
do
didn't
it
We
tired of preparing things.
eggs
beach.
at the
for the first
at ours; then
We
—once
juice,
tv/o
It
any more.
and
once
mother got
round doesn't mean
1
yelled to
Angela
in left
the the
left
did."
"How come
1
after
and stared
at
home because she breakfast away from six, cleaned my bed-
Mother
a note saying I
we
from
her
hair.
back
like
that
went back
are you
did."
Maybe
I
had said year
all
But I'm not
remember she
didn't
was being
I
Into
songs for
"Good
here?
my
wished
1
and
tie
us,
Dean
or
but she looked
So
pest.
a
the
the
all
hair
I
zipped
kitchen.
my
poor
kids
in
guessed
it
her adopted
kitchen
door,
what we
neighborhood. French
was ready. I
was standing
because
she
window. "Angela, are you going
was
to eat
staring
just
now.
right in
She must have
but she didn't hear me.
daydreaming
pull
of her cute
didn't hear the
"Angela, do you need any help?" the
(that's
was singing one
I
to
She tied the bow and
Curly Shirley
kids)
Ship Lollypop" no doubt. I
was long enough
with a ribbon.
when we were
called her
Toast frying.
"Why
say that
to
angry.
little
been you're back?"
1
mouth, and watched Angela as she yanked the green ribbon
left.
kitchen,
day
a it.
She wouldn't mind since
share of cleaning before
thought you and Dean
"We
riding.
was going
table
from
I
room, the den and the kitchen, and
T.V.
balanced on
the juice
I
my
if
here
don't know any one else.
I
ever having any other people over except a
in
a big glass of juice
was "Oh, so sad." felt funny. Eating home, so early. No reason. got up at
had done
as live
expecting any one."
I
had gone bicycle
me
at
don't
I
have cereal or boiled
usually
"Uhmmm, thank you." downed dumb Shirley. She had just run away
I
"Just because
something stupid. think
I
She turned and stared
"Sarah."
or three
at their cottage,
Angela carried
Sarah?"
with a place setting
I
did
it.
first
for breakfast in the winter.
"Orange
I
frying
family and the DIrkson's had breakfast together the
times a
that
past June
this
.
.?"
out
the
She jumped and dropped my
on the
juice glass
floor.
this place clean. should have done it summer was over, but the mood just never hit me. You know how lazy summers make people. Was your breakfast good?" this
It
"Sarah!"
was there. do She must have forgotten daydream. "I ... I've already eaten. when I
that
I
work to do so
I
ate as soon as
got here.
I
sometimes
had a
I
I
go
Let's
of
lot
my
seat
in
Angela
(ront of the T.V. I
ate
in
always eat too
three pieces kitchen
1
My
fast.
it
was through too
the soapy water
in
Nothing
in
the
over from Angela's breakfast,
I
in
still
I
mother
the
in
the sink
window was
The
front wall with the
shade of blue than the
a lighter
rest of the
even though the sun was shining on the other three figured Angela was scrubbing the walls.
sitting at the
window when
question to ask. but
1
word.
the walls?"
It
"Oh, Sarah.
Yes,
at I
me
walls.
decided
to get
I
big
I
was
a
I
all
be my
all
I
me
had of a
a married man how old Angela because Dean looked thirtylike
thirty,
would have said she was
in
her early
blonde hair and those white slacks and
HIer long
did
to
That's
sister.
to
couldn't even guess
Without him,
I
liked
would come
want Angela
didn't
my
I
summer. Angela never reminded
this
She might have been
made
her figure look
summer.
Pretended
I
a
like
model's.
had an older
That's
sister
who
glamorous model.
"Do you want me
to help
you clean, Angela?"
"You don't want to do that. Today is Saturday, your freest day'. You know you would rather go riding or play dolls with
I
But
had
I
and then
still
That was a stupid
for a minute.
day.
his wife.
green sweater
was only me.
She looked
all
wished she were
I
was.
what
She jumped again. She was awfully nervous,
couldn't see why.
"What?"
all
better than
It's
summer
All
didn't have a mother,
five.
twenties.
bay
went back to the den.
I
"Angela, are you washing
either.
and she was
room,
Angela was
it.
married woman, except that Dean looked
noticed that
front
the kitchen and the front room.
I
thought about
room was covered with white sheets. The bucket of water and sponge which Angela had carried to the door were sitting in the doorway between most of the furniture
like
You should always respect your
that.
her saying that.
like
over here and stay
no sign of the
guessed.
didn't
pretend that
quickly.
took the syrupy dish into the
I
I
except for the
silence,
plate contained
gulped down.
and washed
I
way
mother." I
world compares with French Toast.
I
Just the
delicious.
mother's."
sat in the wicket
high-pitched whines of Shirley and her gang.
left
I
"You shouldn't say
took
rocking chair by the window.
I
was
"It
into the
den." I
morning and get
before the
didn't break.
all
your
little
friends."
Angela sure was saying
didn't say a
back here early
friends",
12
"dolls"
.
.
.
Who
a lot of things in
I
didn't
the world plays dolls
like.
"Little
when they
And
are thirfeen years old?
play with dolls. don't
"I
told
I
Angela
that,
1
never did
like to
You used
to
be
ing.
"Daddy and i
and play
all
I
"I'm not so terribly young, you know." say that, 'You're so young'.
was old enough
to
I
I
I
She
just
had
to
if
I
hadn't broken
1
I
was afraid just
it
wouldn't
saying
come
I
have a
lot
back to Newport tomorrow. at cleaning, but
and
I
I'd
if
together
in all
work
Early.
to do, I
you're around we'll
don't have time to
be
of
1
just
1
1
a whiz
waste time talking, to
be done."
way? Angela and had cleaned summer, and know she appreciated
the
plan to get
know you are
you what needs
tell
and
this It.
When
would
feel
if
1
had a punk
She had a bad cold.
Maybe
1
could go over her Do you remember
all
"Oh, now
remember. Well, why don't you go see Sarah
I
and play cards or something?" "I'm Sarah."
But
1
had
to say
me.
feel sorry for
"I'm going now. if
go over Susan's house with all her something so Angela wouldn't
sure didn't want to
bratty sisters.
I'll
Mother
tell
that you're here.
Angela,
why don't you spend the us? You'd be welcome. Daddy will be sorry he
you're going to stay overnight,
night with
He
missed you.
"No, ing,
that's
and
the time
place
I
Susan Shipley was absent from school
the time."
I
"Really, Sarah.
know how
"Of course, Sarah. She just loved to play hearts." "You mean Tippsie. Tippsle's the one who played cards
I
1
1
feet.
Susan?"
out exactly right and she'd think
1
of his job;
house and cheer her up or something.
it.
"Anyway, Angela, don't like dolls. And all my friends are camping with the Girl Scouts this weekend, so I'll help you." stuck out my hand to shake on the deal. Angela took my hand, but it wasn't what would call a winning handshake. She gripped my fingers and looked out the window.
and cookNewport for two weeks and when mother was sick to
Newport, we had a wonderful time together.
in
my
under
Angela and
with each other's cleaning
in
Mr. Dirkson had to go back
yesterday.
in.
was paying you a compliment you love to hear when you get to be my age." wanted to tell her how young thought she looked, but
was
kid
guess she would have said that
be her daughter
"Don't get so ruffled. will
I
to the hospital for three weeks,
pitched
I
"O.K., Angela.
the time, that's
more than anything."
football
"You certainly don't look like a football player now, Sarah. You are such a lady that sometimes forget you are so young."
I
go
to
and Dean was
used to play together
I
to fish
liked
left
each month because
a torn-boy."
She did remember. why.
mother
Daddy and
remember?"
like dolls,
"That's right.
besides that.
I
"Sure,
Daddy
will
night for a business trip." trouble.
be scarcely able to crawl
finish. I
left last
much too much It
was kind
understand."
wasn't going to
of I
you
did
be home
I'll
be up
to think of
It
understand. it
late clean-
my own bed by
Into
though." Besides,
since
wouldn't be any fun any-
way.
Mother Is nice, but she goes to bed by nine. "I'll tell Mother and Daddy you were here. Call us the next time you conne." don't imagine I'll be back until next summer, Sarah." Angela handed me my jacket and walked me to the back door. remember that she smelled good. Some women look and smell good even when they don't expect to see any one "I
I
all
day.
age.
way
That's the
zipped up
I
was going
to be when was her and walked out on the porch. don't think I'll need this."
my
I
I
jacket
"It's gotten warm. Angela smiled, and looked down the road. "Bye, Angela. hope I'll see you next year." It had gotten warmer while was visiting Angela. got my bicycle from under the house, propped it up against the stairs, unzipped my jacket, and started to tie it around my waist. looked up and saw Angela still standing at the door. I
I
I
I
I
I
smiled half-way, untied the arms of
and put I
it
in
my
my
jacket, folded
it
up
Angela was still at the door when waved, and pedaled toward the high-
basket.
reached the road.
I
way. The sand glistened from the morning sun, and couldn't resist riding to the deserted end of the beach to watch the I
sea gulls pick at the sand.
headed toward my natural rock jetty.
favorite I
I
turned
my
bike around
and
spot on the other side of the
rode by the DIrkson's, but Angela had
shut the door.
Not many people go down there. Since there are no houses end it doesn't attract any one. I'm glad because like to think that part belongs to me. It's silly that no one
at that
I
14
else
likes
because thaf
it
had so much was the care.
fun
"Carousel."
girl in
Besides,
run around
so
feels
it
where the beach
is
morning.
that
good
have the entire world to
to
had on blue and
I
white striped slacks and a blue turtle-neck jersey, and like
a real star.
but
I
ing
I
sang so loudly that
knew
head.
I
sang.
don't think
I
sandwich.
was
I
bike.
I
reading Catcher son's house
in
If
the Rye.
Angela's.
At
least
it
the beauty shop,
to
she was there,
looked
kissed him I
good-bye
pushed
my
my
Jr.
I
thought about
was
eight.
wouldn't
my
self.
I
listen.
all
kept trying to
I
Dirk-
was sure when
New
in
I
York.
under the
sat
when tell
my
I
I
saw him I
could
Kirk's house.
wasn't sure. Self
That time
some Thing, but
You're old enough to believe
You're old enough. Believe
I
up onto the sand two
bicycle
those times
Daddy had given me my
finish
High Band Booster decal
at nine-thirty last night.
houses away from Daddy's car. I
would
1
reached the
1
his car.
like
on the rear window. But Daddy was I
would
I
Daddy's car was parked next to
got close enough to recognize
scarcely walk.
instinctively
I
put the brakes on and stood
I
the middle of the road.
but
my
would go home and get a
I
Just before
slowed down.
I
hungry,
really
thought
mother had gone
If
My same
blue and black bicycle.
been.
must have been a week since
It
On my with
it,
I
I
kept telling
my
eighth birthday.
1
didn't
from
1
know where he had had seen him car.
his
1
last.
was playing
my dog outside. We went to the hardware store and my bicycle. Daddy let me ride it home. Mother
picked out
couldn't believe for two hours that
had given
me
We
Daddy had before. to
a bike.
finally
1
was staying with
after that he
moved
had seen Daddy and he
A
few days
away
hfe never went
us again,
here near the beach when
better
a
1
convinced her.
was
1
ten.
and we had more money than
job,
The only time Daddy stayed away was when he had
go out
of
town on business.
What was
supposed
I
imagined myself didn't feel
like
in
believe?
to
Shirley Temple's
"Good
singing
tried
I
Ship Lollypop."
I
and
cry,
to
neighborhood
.
.
only
.
I
was afraid
because thought Angela might be looking out the window and see me ride by. That would have embarassed was afraid. Daddy would have been sad it he knew her. drew pictures in that found out he wasn't in New York.
to leave
1
1
I
the grit
I
damp sand, but my made me feel dirty.
fingernails I
were long and the wet
was getting
cold.
The sun was
and the water was that reddish-green color it pulled my jacket out always gets when the sun comes down. nearly gone,
I
of the basket
my arms Two
in
lights
the back
it.
bicycle on
me
birthday he called
after that.
practice playing the guitar.
leave.
felt
could barely hear the ocean throw-
was noon because the sun was directly over
it
jumped on my
in
I
can't sing very well either,
I
against the rocks.
itself
I
Then
.
.
I
I
can't dance, but the gulls don't
I
with nothing in the way.
in
perfect.
is
around pretending
ran
I
and put
around me.
it
I
was
shivering.
the sleeves and zipped the jacket
were on
in
bedroom and
Angela's house.
all
the
The one
I
stuck
way
up.
upstairs in
the one over the kitchen sink.
They
The thought
struck
must be getting ready to have dinner.
me
funny,
down I
and
my pants me to
nearly wet
I
was dark enough
It
my
ran with
blue and black bike,
pedaling
stop
my
about
anything
supper
yet.
Daddy
is
We
until
being
usually
away on
bike
went upstairs
member
because
late
she
and
seat,
didn't say
hadn't
fixed
ate,
I
WAR
until
she went to bed.
stayed
I
thought she had gone to sleep.
I
took a bath and got into bed.
I
I
I
re-
Is
me
Monday
morning, and he
And
to school as usual.
went to the beach Saturday, and
I
Some Some
"No.
there?"
asked her to
I
she wouldn't finish "That's a shame. I
know
same again.
it
as I
I
I'm sorry
saw Daddy's
I
car.
could have hurt a it
I
I
It's
We We
been seven
never said anything because
lot of feelings.
had gotten too old
I
each of us Loses Someone. ask for a reason ask for a
sit
Everything
never rode
my
is
and cry
people begin to
it's
Time
to
kill
Our hearts will fill, And we will Begin to
bicycle
for that.
Donna Barnes
why.
love.
people begin to Love;
When
the
Why,
Reason Why;
And watch men die, And ask for a Reason
missed her."
always was, except that
guess
They
to our house, but she said
until late."
haven't seen Angela since that Saturday.
years since I
come over
off to war.
shed our tears
When
saw Angela. She was
cleaning."
"Was Dean
war;
We each of us lose someone. We each of us lose someone; We hide our fears
heard was mother getting ready to go to
at the breakfast table
war,
trying at least.
So now we go
school.
Daddy was
WITH A BEAT And now we go off to And now we go off to The demon Peace
cleaned the kitchen,
the clock downstairs on the mantel striking four times.
The next noise
Sunday
until
ten,
at
Mother
have hamburgers or sandwiches when
business trips.
up with the T.V. on
jumped on the
got home.
I
and watched T.V. with Mother
"I
my
pushed
I
the sandy back yard of the Kirk's and onto the road.
didn't
took
laughing. leave.
for
Love.
Donna Barnes 16
AFTERMATH Nothing
am ...
I
keep
to
.
darkness
.
.
me
thus
No
be agony.
.
.
light
They hold on
— —
the voids
other
They
safe.
survivors
lowed only
is
.
mercy would
body would
mutilated
for
any im-
My
with them.
unique genius
could send them through space
so badly.
so
.
.
my body .
it
can communicate with them.
I
.
.
.
.
.
They want ...
left
those
caring
my mind and
be un-
—
find
to
— which
even
to
new worlds pure, contaminated. The bombs
They want
earth.
Earth
call
for the pain
stars.
stars
which destroyed
my
—
was an expert ... on the waves, energies
I
between
They want the
feeling
They eagerly look
life.
that
think,
And
hampered by
No
my knowledge
can share
perhaps time.
clean,
have no perceptions.
I
alive.
my
sign
and research, they
in
silence.
.
for a look at
to
Any
provement. I
.
alive.
.
be shattering. But yet
That
.
an embryo, incomplete, isolated.
soul
me
cut
for
unharmed
from
all
— which
al-
off
me
— they
destroyed
earth also.
So now they hide underground .
.
.
I
think
istence?
.
I
1
.
.
.
dreaming
of the stars
—
me to tell them. am alive ... but how much longer this exam not a growing embryo at all ... am a rotting
waiting for
.
.
I
vegetable.
Have mercy
—
I
am
dying.
Shall 1?
June Lancaster
VIET
mud and
Muck, oozing Suck, sink
in,
and never
Plod.
lift
tire.
— and
hush.
to the quiet lap of the jungle
mush.
Heavy. Heavy.
Hush and
nnire;
Lift
the leaden feet
Plod through the watery sod and Halt.
Gently purrs the
And
down on
rain,
silently sieves the light
—
the shades of green.
faery shafts
in
CHANT
Through the foliage screen. Peace, pause,
Here
in
stillness
is
here,
'
^.^^^^ .^_^^^ cathedral-
the midst of the sleepy steam;
And God
feels near,
Echo chamber-laud and praise;
and one can dream, and
runs_
Voices of the choir
magnificently
4 j _ Olorytoyoudum
Like scarlet rivulets in the mire,
Bury
it
currents
'til
others churn
with feet that never
raise.
Hallelujah-marble arches-
_
Comminqlinq ^ ^
•
Resonant, ringing, reverberant,
Cock-kiliing the thought-and crack!
The red
RELIGIUM
,^1
„i j „ rraisebedum
n
it,
tire.
•
—
Ceremonium Linda Long
—
\-i
til
,11
all
„=,^,. ,„„, pass; ages
»„ ,„l„j,,„ to wriodum.
to the
last.
^.^^^^ .^_^^^ cathedral-
—
had its hour; Hocus pocus de dominocus, Whitegloved popedum without power. Ornatium true religion Even Babel
—
Wealthlus gaudius
—or
Velvet kneelers not
Means we
pity
In
not at
all;
prison
poor Saint
Paul.
Linda Long
All
The
New
By Wallace Stegner. 345 pp.
Live Things.
Little
determines to bring forth
York: The Viking Press. $5.75
Stegner plays on the
Although
so glorifies
sounds
it
Live Things
problems
real
who seems
his
in
ambiguous stand on many moral
book, nonetheless, succeeds
an affirmative view about
what pandemonium we withdraw from from
life.
He
life.
visualize
in
implies
forces
Its
issues
showing us
In
no matter
that
the world,
we must
we can
Stegner implies that
but ultimately
life
some
into
contemporary world. Wallace Stegner,
of our
to take an
day
of the
deeply moving novel that probes
a
is
a child's biology text, All the Little
like
try to
not
hide
Invade our privacy and
will
bring us back into the cult of humanity.
The
story
—
characters
Marian
Joe
Catlin,
work and
life.
Is
Allsfon,
crabby
the
and Jim Peck.
Allston,
suddenly jolted out of
salt-wltted
who
his
narrator;
has retired from
Callfornian pseudo-
put up a tent on
property and create a pad.
his
Peck
It
and
up,
that she
woman who
who
has every
and to live. With these three Stegner presents tween two generations the staid and
to love
a constant contrast be-
—
can understand both.
and Marian, who
hippie,
Because Allston
tells
as
a
cheap,
who
leech
pot-tasting
false,
innocent teeny-boppers around him.
searching
intelligent,
side
more believable than Marian. one so enthused with jam, hoses him
off,
that she
life
and
It
sets
feminine
"savior"
corrupts
see
see Peck of the
all
help us glimpse a
Peck.
of
In
Peck
fact,
is
hard to imagalne some-
Is
a
lifts
wasp out
of a jar of
him out to dry and to "live."
While Stegner does go overboard a
we
But Allston's sharp quips
Marian's determined understanding
lonely,
we
the story,
the other two only through his perceptions; so
paradise when Jim Peck, a bearded hippie, asks permission to
bitter Irony that this
reason to scoff at the world around her continues to give and
plus
between three
essentially a series of contrasts
Is
must give
life
before she succumbs to death.
life
bitter,
figure,
in
his
still
making Marian such novel
contains
much
experiments with yoga, free-love, pot, and "back to prlmltl-
worthwhile thought and sympathetic understanding about the
vlsm,"
world
while
insolent
Allston
request.
damaged by Marian life.
It
Is
everything
not that
for shooting life
is
Marian within
fumes
But
so
his
Catlin.
unusual
lives
about
Is
that
sacred,
is
Is
even
Marian's this
In
to
more
specialty
Peck's
lastingly is
simply
young woman believes
or that
she attacks Allston
a gopher, or that he cannot convince her that
What
mainly a battle for survival.
her
giving
his
privacy
dying of cancer and frail
body seeds
is
Is
unusual
Is
that
also pregnant; she carries
of both
life
and death, and she
we
live In
today.
Allston
moved them philosophy. still
Its
both, though she has not convinced
refuses to understand the other.
accept each other. into
people.
True, the hippie has not
simple solution to the problem of
back
to come And Marian has
and Peck are forced
face to face with the world and
his
But
twilight
humanity except
Self
we
life
moved
them
Allston
of her
and each
Stegner does not give a
how our generations are
sense that Allston can never
again,
nor can Peck
still
defy
to
go all
and the Free Mind. Vivian Gale
erAnc 20.
REPLACED
A
week
before
The
orchestra.
pages; the
to turn
back and
switch
within
quarrelled violently over
clarinets,
forth,
grew
tension
Festival,
the
violinists
"Good
the
who was
to
who would
play
in
the
thundered,
Festival;
"It's
to the
"A muttered
the
piccolo
.
"Shhh! Here he comes!" interrupted the second
They sprang immediately beside
"If
." .
their
chairs.
every day; he had
to
that
feet,
his
greeted
Parelli?"
is
his wife to
the hospital; she
A
face.
—why
baby
"Aaiiil
did
is
Piutrowski
was going
to
This
you
is
let
important that
all
more important than the Festival? stomped a foot and screwed up Replace him.
an orchestra?
And
go? Do you not know it is members be here every day the
him
two weeks preceding the Festival?
rigidly
Idiot!
Fool!"
The concert master sputtered indignantly. "Enough! he have been concert "What you call me finally screamed. ." master for years! You dare to call me.
insisted
over that he expected them to stand on
his
you
vitally
flute.
standing
upon that honor quite clear when he first took
Piutrowski
made
their
baby!
Preposterous!"
player
oboe, a sympathetic, middle-aged gentleman.
first
he hadn't.
fault,"
master
have a baby."
at him.
Piutrowski's
all
"Where
"hie had to take
fident fellow,
one looked crossways
concert
upon his normally moody face, ducked head condescendingly. Then, scrutinizing the orchestra, he
his
first
and the first flute, an arrogant, conhad so thoroughly demoralized the third-fluteand-piccolo player that the poor man cringed whenever any-
chair
the
Piutrowski, a scowl
each so good that they could
argued as
Maestro,"
evening.
stiffly.
—
entrance.
.
21
.
I
"You dare C.
high
a
down
to talk
back to me?"
rim of the music stand.
Piutrowski's voice rose to
he stomped
Leaping off the podium,
my
up and
"Which end?
the stage tearing his hair.
Just then the missing at Piutrowski,
who
at
What
"Ah, you!
Parelli
crept
some
once spotted him. are you
coming here for?
You're
then
The poor man was already
and stared.
froze
crumpled
hie
into
tuning
purple;
problem, wrong
Piutrowski's face
cheeks puffed
his
to a suite, but
note,
grew
and out
in
to correct
sloppy
or
pink, crimson, like
a
bellows.
went no better.
it
"Tympani! You're too loud!" he burst out once.
turbed about the baby, and now to have Piutrowski's wrath
descending upon him was too much,
insignificant
They switched
dis-
of
muttered the concert master.
execution of a phrase.
re-
placed!" Parelli
"
They continued, stopping every other measure
glancing wild-eyed
in,
end
'Violins, you're sharp as the
baton."
"But
a
I
wasn't even playing!" returned the astonished young
American.
blubbering heap on the floor. .
"Please, Maestro!
"Out! hands.
When
Out!"
"I told
Parelli
Parelli
.
made
"Go! fled,
And
agony before releasing of the orchestra "Sit
down,
by
five minutes!"
shrugged this
strewing
sheet music
fully
as
caught
take
he went.
his cries
heavens.
sit
down," he snapped.
the
Not one
He
begin with
well
—
us
bass
his
drum
drummer smacked
dead
Grand
who
player,
"He's always
head.
his
get.
—
We
won't
the drumstick against
—
he had invaded
moment even was speechless; fuming, he pointed to the wings the stage. The bass drummer was quicker than Parelli. silence of the
their
do anything
Pause.
instruments again; else.
later,
the
piccolo
player,
played a prominent section rapping
bass
down every chance he can Oooops!"
of this
He
by the precise punching strokes
master thought
Piutrowski did not.
"You're sharp!" he screamed,
—
way tears much more
furious to
Symphony.
at least, the concert
the
at
shoulders and tapped
They took up
waited a few moments, then brought
the baton to begin Tchaikovsky's First
The piece started
will
down!"
For a
Piutrowski of
"We
it
glanced
the drum, but he was a half-beat too late
a minute, prolonging their
their souls to the
his
Hastily the
and
breathed except Piutrowski.
the Tchaikovsky."
down
late
The American
his
take your violin with you!"
walls of the great black concert hall
tossed them back and forth for
so.
You are
motions with
move, Piutrowski took a step toward
failed to
yelped and
shooing
Keep
don't care!
"I
.
you, no excuses!
him and stomped.
The
I.
Piutrowski
baton on the
D's.
22
Piutrowski roared,
took
Piutrowski
which
Twenty measures
by water his
was too
anger out on them
of his baton.
troubled in
his
E-flats
in
his
keys,
sounded
like
and once again the orchestra hushed.
drew back his arm. They happened every night. PiutrowskI The little let the baton fly at the cringing piccolo player. oian ducked, instinctively shielding his piccolo. The baton missed him by the thickness of a sheet of music and ended gasped audibly
then
with
flight
its
a
The
last
faded
into
as Piutrowski
knew what was coming;
it
against
clink
music stand
the
the
of
have heard coming from a dog in
master acidly.
cow's
"I
drew
And
fight!
Europe'?"
trying
he breathed.
"I
up
to his
heard
that!
You
another baton and hurled
themselves
it.
height.
entire
itself
the
in
file
He
but
as
soon
as
all
you have insulted outside
activities,
Maestro."
He
now concert
He
your brutality
us,
I
can stand!
thrown things at
including
having
us,
babies!
turned to the gaping second
master. Enjoy your
life
violin.
It
their
appreciation
such
of
distinguished
a
was about time they recognized
his value.
Why,
across the mall
a triumphant parade. The audience scattered
in
him to their shoulders, carrying him
beamed down on of his neck
beneath him.
all
began
to prickle.
.
.
down, but found himself firmly held up by the
tried to get
and closer
For months
Good
crowding around him, cheering and
they were,
show
sea of musicians, suddenly leering instead of cheering. Closer
the
the concert
kept us from
con-
well,
lifting
wildly,
have taken
front of the
they were even
He
master sprang. "I
to
Suddenly the hair on the back
picked up
of violins flattened
curtains,
in
large, bubbling foun-
thought the Festival had gone quite
before them, and Piutrowski
heard that,"
"I
—you...."
behind their music stands,
baton had lodged
flying
The
full
here
conductor.
have seen better conducting from a
himself
short green mall
sidering the impertinent, lazy musicians he had to work with.
tail!"
Piutrowski
The
tains.
first
wasn't while you were conducting," remarked the con-
"It
cert
I
did you ever get awarded 'Best Orchestra
Symphony" had
"Pastoral
to
was interrupted by three
Festival stage
screeched.
Piutrowski
an orchestra!"
this
Such sounds
"Bah!
How
call
Beethoven's
listening to the orchestra.
Piutrowski
they
of
be replaced by the thunderous the audience which sat or lay on the ground
applause of
clarinet.
"And
note
nothingness,
in
one The
all
moved.
to the fountain they
Piutrowski struggled
but the procession pushed inexorably forward. swift
motion he was tossed up, over, down.
audience
never
did
understand
why
threw their conductor into the fountain and
evening.
"You are
in
while you can."
the water; they only
orchestra had a
stalked off the stage.
knew
that
at
the
.
the
left
next
orchestra
him weeping Festival,
the
new conductor. Jennifer
23
Then
.
Young
THE BABYSITTER'S PLIGHT Ode It's
late
And
and they're
I'm stuck here all
still
all
to
Somlnex
not home,
alone
night.
The clock
struck twelve an hour ago,
And And
the electric clock
is
I'm stuck here
alone.
I've
counted the cracks
And
I
could
I've I
20 minutes slow
in
the ceiling
all
twice.
you the number as quick
tell
be
But that wouldn't
And
all
I'm stuck here
as a
mice
right
all
read every book
alone.
at least
one time,
could write their plots on the side of a dime,
And
I'm
stuck here
still
slats of
And even
window
a
The lamp needs
And
I
all
wood
There're 23
is
alone! to a
bamboo
blind,
hiding behind.
be turned on twice.
to
think I'd like to see trained lice
purr-form for me.
To keep me awake
some drug can take and be able to fake I
like
I
am wide
awake.
But I'm not.
And it's too hot in here, Much too warm And I'm all alone Good Glory! They're home! .
.
.
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.
Stephanie Posivach
DAGAN, MEALY, SPUD AND ME Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Frisk
Me
about and happily be
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and
Me
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Loved playful by the sea
Me
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and
Me
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and
Me
hap and glad were we Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Me Full of
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Meeth
Heard beesly
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Me We were fond to the gether a smallish bee Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Me
say, "I
cannot
talk,
I
have no teeth"
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Meeth Dagan, Mealy, Spud and who
"hlow can you bespoke Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Me Asked the buzzy "By what name, bee?" Dagan, Mealy, Spud and Me
like
you do,
like
you do?"
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and who Dagan, Mealy, Spud and guess who "I talk
caused you hear me,
1
do,
I
do"
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and guess who Dagan, Mealy, Spud and
Were
Me
stunged by the wordless of the bee
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and
Me
Dagan, Mealy, Spud and
Me
Never no more larked by the sea So ends the tale of Dagan, Mealy, Spud and
Me
Sharon Collins
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THE IMPROBABLE PHOTOGRAPHS EXHIBIT by ELLIOTT EDWITT
because put forth
It
no simple task
Is
for a
is
fronted
am
I
Photographs Exhibit" by that
I
Therefore,
Erwitt,
Elliott
not successfully complete
could
booth
the
comments The
in
mind,
exhibit
as
contained within universality.
the I
a it
will
photographs.
So
with
their
Is
her
definite
miration.
because
statement
life
Two photos which
acteristics are the
and the
about
these
racially
woman
THAT?"
of
sense of humor could
a
dog peeking over a "how could you possibly Likewise, the viewer who
look
in
with a his eyes.
photograph of the gracefully carved figure with
bow and arrow aimed
quality of the total
directly at an Innocent bystander let
arrow
the
paradox
a
same
reason.
in
photographs
that
they
definitely
are
anyone, brutality,
make such
nature
a
Elliott
worthy of adthese
facilities.
is
least
universality in
its
humor,
—evolve Erwitt
in
pride, a
has taken
Both are brutal
It
would not be
properly viewed
having
after
baseness,
subtle yet
deserves
approval for capturing
char-
ones whose subjects are the armless beggar
separated drinking
exhibit
statements which they make.
of
of daily living.
show
just
this
apparent
scope. in
The
almost
any period of history without altering the effectiveness of the
that
Most
fly
photographs are timely, but they could be placed
are the elements of paradox, humor, and
The photographs represent
is
An
semblance
Perhaps the most Important and yet the
humans and the common occurrences it
the
reality
oncel
astute
them are not pretty because they capture the inherent weak-
However,
of
present throughout the majority.
wants so badly for the statue to
extremely captivating because
they are ugly and beautiful for the
nesses of
is
a
just
startled
looks at the
proceed.
whole
at a
be eating
without
analysis
more knowledgeable person. The perfect opportunity arose when Phllakalia asked Mr. Rouillard and Mr. Hathaway, two new members of the Art Department, to informally
his
see the absurd hilarity of a sad-eyed
the help of a
discuss
to
unquestionably
and sometimes ghoulish
stark
onlooker with
when con-
realized immediately
I
the
photographs, humor
"Improbable
assignment of reviewing the
the
with
unfamiliar.
totally
man
of is
beautifully executed.
is
Despite
especially true concerning photography, a facet of art
which
with
inhumanity
the
Yet, concurrently, the truth which
novice to analyze the works of a
craftsman, no matter what field the masterpieces encompass. This
demonstrate
they
brothers.
unconcern,
a
love
to
for
see
— human
mere passing nod
a few select
many men volumes
difficult
photos,
piercingly apparent manner.
more than in
the
to write
photographs what
about
of it
— PEOPLE. Emily Gillespie
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27
BALLAD OF ERTH
And
men find a new home far superior. men leave the Erth Mother inferior? All men set out, child. In this vast interior, This ship's still searching for a home far superior. When will we find a new home, end this trip; Many generations live and die in this ship. Did
me true, white-haired old brother, What Is this star they call Erth Mother? Speak softly, my child, do honor Erth Mother, Tell
This star they say But
why
this star
is
so
like
no other.
dim and so small
did
all
Never,
Do men like you reverence above all? Our past and our origin, as recall. Began long ago on Erth, Mother of all. We live In a ship, we travel through space;
We
lost
I
fear, for this vessal
I
Did
Erth, a far planet,
Laugh
lived on Erth in
fear
I
Our
rise to
before
our race?
we knew
left
good
Erth
Mother.
fathers
wanted better than the
Erth
know no other?
we'll
Erth will gain, old brother.
may be
time and space there
Men
always seek, child, a new Erth Mother.
another.
time and space there must be another;
Our
sons shall find a
We
are chained,
New man
ever strive to get more and another.
—
strip.
live in a ship.
In all
space,
freedom and grace.
such a place as the
home new
But our sons a
see not, long-bearded old brother,
Why men Men
give
child, for
This ship our
In all
Men I
my
not,
did us
men's defenses, we must
of
new
Erth
Mother.
doomed In space, yet another tomorrow may find a new Erth Mother.
—
June Lancaster
Mother.
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SUMMER
SPRITE I
am
a
summer
dressed I
In
sprite
blue mist.
dart behind
strong trees
and lacy
shrubs,
now
a blade of grass.
And
yes
1
cry
clear salty tears,
because
my
leap
exceeds your grasp. Karia Myers
29
THE CLIFF The blue
gray
lofty,
sea.
It
ocean which
cliff
stood triumpfiantly over a robin's egg
almost laugfied
at
pounded
its
futilely
the
shimmering
glittering,
base.
a thousand years
In
made the slightest change in a speck of Roaring and crashing waves thundered to-
the sea had barely the solid stone.
ward the granite base; they merely precipice
could
that
antagonist at
its
not
base.
be
The sun
tickled the great stone
down by the warmed the cliff's
put
crystal-clear rays which pierced the cloudless sky.
sparkled. filling
Sea
gulls
the air with
soared above their their
relentless
cries.
visited the ocean, they returned to the
relentless
face with
The stone
home and As
cliff.
often
The
shelter,
as they
sea, for
all
her changing, chameleon beauty, could not compare with the firm, solid glory of the towering cliff. The salty smell of the sea and the warmth of the sun added to stone
supported
strength.
It
a
loaned
its
power. The great
human creaure with being its sense of power a
two-legged this
—
gentle feeling
of perfect security.
Bonnie
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Gay Andrews
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