Lambrequin: Space (Fall/Winter 2019)

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School address: 1045 Cook Rd Grosse Pointe Woods, MI 48236 School phone: (313) 884-4444 email: the.lambrequin@uls.net Head of School: Mr. Bart Bronk Head of Upper School: Mr. Brock Dunn

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L AMBREQUIN A Literary & Arts Magazine


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Colophon and Mission Statement The Lambrequin was developed to showcase the talent of Liggett Upper School and to provide an outlet for students to express themselves through visual art, photography, poetry, short story, and music. We also aim to inspire all forms of art in our world; with such an intense focus on analysis and STEM right now, we aim to offer a place to celebrate and encourage creativity. All students are welcome to submit and be a member of the Lambrequin creative, production, and/or design teams. This fall/winter issue is created and designed by the core Lambrequin group. It is smaller and digital only; the spring issue is published on paper and distributed to the Liggett community in May. Everyone in the Liggett US community is welcome to send their submissions for inclusion! the.lambrequin@uls.net

Lambrequin has a Space Party in October to gather drawings and writings to support the magazine; you canf ind these illustrations and vignettes throughout and at the end. They are unauthored. All other pieces remain the property of their respective creators. The magazine is available digitally beginning 2019. Typeface throughout is Courier New Regular. Title font is Cooper Black. The magazine is designed on Adobe InDesign; images are edited using Adobe Photoshop.

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Letter from The Editor After throwing around theme ideas for a fall edition, the Lambrequin team decided on Space. This edition of the Lambrequin revolves around the theme and all its definitions: outer space, the space between objects, even a lack of space. We hope that you, our readers, enjoy this magazine and its collection of both literary and visuals works. May you have as much fun viewing it as we had making it. And do not fret; this is not the end. The spring editiion of the Lambrequin is still coming and needs your help. We’d love for you to send us your work to be featured. Submit anything you’d like, and you might be able to see your work displayed in a literary creative arts magazine that’s even better than this one. Astana Gaffney Editor-in-Chief Editorial Team: Maisie Melican, Max Wiegel, Frannie Boyle, Sophia Filipof, Delaney Garvey, Aidan McFarlane, Grace Govier-LaParl, Amelia Karr, Izabella Mileham, Evelyn Doan, Penelope Griffiieon, Natasha Khan, Marley Lyon, Angelina Randazzo, Giovanna Randazzo

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Table of Contents Writing

9.......................................... Stars - Sophia Filipof 10................................... The Farm - Penelope Griffioen 13...............The Space Between the World and Me - Astana Gaffney 14.................................. Need Vs Want - Alyssa Jones 16................... We are like stars, dead - Izabella Mileham 16............................. The ___ Between - Alyssa Jones 20............................. Solar Sisters - Angelina Randazzo 26........................ A physicist told me - Kalei Sliwinski 28.................... A Rather Intrusive Incursion - Max Wiegel 31..................................... I Don’t Want Space - Anon 32................................ Starhopper - Izabella Mileham 35................... The Subjectivity of Geometry - Amelia Karr 36...... The Most Common Punctuation Mark - Grace Govier-LaParl 37......................... So Much to Explore - Alyssa Jones 38................... I guess eyes really are - Izabella Mileham 44 ................ Space the final frontier - Ms. Karen Katacnick 42............... 7 Ways of Looking at the Moon - Teachers of 203 45............................... Bird in Bath - Dr. Sean Moiles 52................................ ~worm time~ - Kalei Sliwinski

Visuals 8.................................... [Redacted] - Marley Lyon 11............................... Mountain Lake - Delaney Garvey 12...................................... Waves - Aidan McFarlane 15...................................... Spacey - Frannie Boyle 17.................................. Way Out - Giovanna Randazzo 18........................... End of the Rainbow - Delaney Garvey 20............................ Solar Sisters - Angelina Randazzo 26...................................... Smokey - Delaney Garvey 28.................................. Space Dreams - Natasha Khan 30......................................... In a field - Ava Said 33............................... Lost in Space - Aidan McFarlane 34...................................... Quiet - Delaney Garvey 36.................................... Vermont - Delaney Garvey 42..................... The Moon and Sunset - Ms. Shernaz Minwalla 44........................... Space Drawing - Ms. Karen Katacnick 52.............................. is worm tme babey! - Kevin Ellis 4


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Sophia Filipof ‘21 effervescent in the night waiting to be wished upon ephemeral echoes of what was I hear you calling to me

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The Farm

They used to be like you. Now they are gone. Most of them. Sometimes I see some of them still here. When you get to the farm, you are going to be exhausted. You are going to try to work, but it will be dark and the farm does not have electricity. You are going to fall asleep on a pile of tarps and wake up way too early when the sun streams through the windows. You are going to think that a noise woke you up. You are going to search the house because you think you heard a door slam. But you didn’t. You are just not used to the silence. That day you will work in the fields. You will watch the woods. You will not know why, but you will feel like someone is watching. You will have second thoughts about the farm, but you will know that you have to stay. Soon you will feel like you are drowning because the fresh air is too thick for your lungs. You will hear noises that aren’t there because the silence is so loud that it presses against your ears and keeps you awake at night--because birds don’t sing on the farm and there is no one to talk to. On the farm, the wind doesn’t even whisper because the silence is too sacred to destroy. You will watch the woods like a hawk because you think there is something there, something that seeps into the farm at night and slams your doors and whispers angry words in your ear. But this is all in your head. You are just not used to all the empty, silent space. Soon, you will begin to do strange things. Things that confuse even me: Why are you nailing boards over all your doors and windows? Why are you sitting in your living room staring at nothing but the dark? Why have you started tearing out all the remaining electrical wires left in your house? Why has the empty space on the farm driven you to that thick, slow, watery corner of your mind where everything moves coated in molasses and nothing logical makes sense anymore?

Penelope Griffioen ‘23 You are from the city. You grew up there, met your friends there, learned to live there. You got used to the gasoline that hovered tentatively above the buildings like a poisonous grey curtain, used to the loud sirens and barking dogs that beat a constant pulse outside while you are sleeping at night, used to the everpresent company of something because in the city you were never alone. But in the city, it was hard to breathe. It was hard to think. It was hard to get away, to have space. You thought you needed space. You thought you needed to get away from the city. The farm is located five hundred miles north of the city. It is covered in ivy and weeds and silence. No one has lived on the farm for over fifty years. The roof is falling in and the steps are soggy and soft; there is a dark mold covering the entire ground floor. The barn is the only part of the property not completely abandoned. Considering the situation, though, perhaps it would be better if it were. When you purchased the farm from your friend’s mentally unstable uncle, you didn’t know what you were in for. You still don’t. Right now, you are on a train with no idea what you are going to face. I know, though. I have seen it so many times before. The farm is old. It has been there for centuries, and it has seen many people move in and out, breathing the fresh air and wandering on the lawn after dusk. Those people are gone now. They were carried away in cedar coffins after the voices between their ears got too loud and their brains stopped working right. I saw them all come, all joyful and excited, and I saw them all leave, too: empty shells with the chilly farm air frozen inside their broken bodies. 8


drawn there. In the barn, the air is heavy and thick. It will remind you of the city. When you step on the weak floorboard near the east corner of the barn, you will fall. You will hit your head. You will fall asleep and never wake up. It will be weeks before they find you. But you will not be alone. You will be one of us.

“It was hard to get away, to have space. You thought you needed space.”

Mountain Lake Delaney Garvey ‘21 Digital Photography

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There is a barn on the north end of your property. It is empty and still and reeks on the inside because they never found the last man who disappeared. You have never gone in the barn. But one night, when there are no stars and the sky has painted tiny patches of midnight in the shadows, you will light a candle and you will go to the barn. You will feel like you are being


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Waves

Aidan McFarlane ‘21 Digital Photography

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There is a foggy space between the world and me

A peach is ripped open and spills onto the sky, painting it colors that rival Michelangelo skies

The horizon stretches out indefinitely and makes the planets look like they’re about to plunge into the sea

The space between the world and me makes Icarus’s fall seem like child’s play.

Where do I fit into this Aristotelian society? When we only see what we know, how do we know it is so?

I fall back into an endless abyss with flashing colors surrounding me Buildings spring upwards into the night, and trees dance in the light

If I could transcend these earthly confinements of flesh and bone, what would I find? Are we people in these earthly forms or is it the brain that makes the man? What about the soul?

Fiery orange, natural greens, and ocean blues fill the space to create a vault

I am reaching out like Gatsby, desperately trying to define what is between the world and me.

Cultures flash across a smoke screen. Men and women in vibrant colors, children laugh and dance, animals thrive and cities are lit up with gusto

I can hear the heavy guitar chords swimming through the air.

Scenes rush by, centuries happen in a flash and in the next moment I’ve gone through it all

They float across the growing abyss and fade into the distance. I want to follow them, but there’s no ground and nothing to hold onto.

Reality melts into the Dream, and they embrace like old friends

The space between the world and me fills my lonely room and threatens to burst.

The space between the world and me: Cannot be defined Cannot be ignored

The same space makes the stars look like crystals hanging by a string

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The Space Between the World and Me Astana Gaffney ‘20


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Need Vs Want Alyssa Jones ‘20

She looked at me, not a tear in her eye or falter in her smirk. “I need space,” she said. Heart shattered, crumbled walls shot up. So space is what I gave her while I grew, grew into the person she wished for—but not for her sake, for mine. I saw her in the diner on the corner last Friday. She looked the same. Hollow pale green eyes. Skin that rivaled cream cheese. Dark hair absorbing the little sunlight peaking through the window. Same as that Saturday seven years ago. “Mason?” she said. “You’ve… changed” I stared at her. I felt nothing. “Makes one of us.” “I barely recognized you.” I look at her in the booth. Tired. Alone. “I guess I just needed space.”

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Spacey

Frannie Boyle ‘21 Graphite on Paper

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We are like stars, dead Izabella Mileham ‘22

It feels like now we are just a memory replaying in my head before we have even reached our end. We are the last sentence on the last page of the book the speckles of light you see when you close your eyes. We are dead like most of the stars we see in the sky and we have been dead for years We are the blinding echo of what we once were

The darkness screams The atmosphere stands still The stars twitch and fall The planets dance slowly The satellites twirl majestically This place is quiet, yet so loud

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The _______ _______ Between

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Giovanna Randazzo ‘23 Watercolor & Graphite on Canvas


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End of the Rainbow

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Delaney Garvey ‘21 Digital Photography


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Sun. Mother and source of all the planets. She has cared for them, given them warmth and love for as long as she can remember. She’s the one who gives energy to the planets; she gives life. She may be arrogant and vain at times, but that’s because she can’t help being famous.

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A universe is full of space for planets and for life. The planets in our solar system are mysterious entities full of their own life if we look close enough. Writing & Art by Angelina Randazzo ‘23 Watercolor & Markers on Canvas

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Mercury. She loves to greet the passing asteroids and give them directions on where to fly next. She is open-minded and loves listening to the stories the stars tell over the years. Usually accused of spreading rumors throughout the Milky Way. Sometimes a little mischievous and steals energy from the passing stars so she can zoom faster around Sun. Mercury loves Sun and is closest to her because she is smallest of all the planets.

Venus. Always with her head in the clouds. The most beautiful and lovely of the planets. Everybody calls her the “goddess of love” because she has the power to unite people. She enjoys everything that is lux and plays many instruments. Her sister, Mercury, is often jealous because she is so pretty and perfect. Mercury accuses her of “never having worked a day in her life!” But Venus just shrugs and winks.

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Earth. The most hardworking of all. Because she is made up of many elements, she tends to have a balanced and grounded attitude. But if you upset her, she will lean towards the element of fire and go crazy. Other than that, she is relaxed and gravitates towards what’s real. SOne of the luckiest planets because she always has Moon by her side.

Mars. Would never be caught dead without his spikes and chains. Has a punky personality, said to be one of the most aggressive and violent planets in the solar system. Xsually described as demanding and soldier-like, but he’s also the Energizer Bunny of the planets. Intense coffee addiction.

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Jupiter. Said to be the most studious and philosopher-like. Has always wanted to travel the universe. Very social. Obsessed with studying animals. The big brother of all the other planets. Good friends with Earth because of her many animals. Always has more than enough, so very generous.

Saturn. The complete opposite of her brother, Jupiter: antisocial (very) and stubborn (very very). Wherever she goes, a rainy cloud follows. Said to be depressing and sad. Can usually be found in a corner getting her feelings out through a poem. When the passing stars and asteroids zip by, she covers her face with her hair. Could never uncover her face to the public. Her name represents her limits that can’t be crossed. 22


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Uranus. Always one to start riots and fights about being 7th in line from the sun. Thinks she deserves to be first, that Sun should be close to all her children. A very creative imagination, loves the supernatural. Often found unsuccessfully conjuring spirits and making plans for her next riot.

Neptune. A bit of a train wreck and loses track of things too easily. A struggling actress who would rather join the circus than have Sun control her. That’s why she’s the farthest from Sun. Loves going crazy with makeup and clothes. Tells fantasy stories to the passing stars. Always singing an off-tune song and dancing for all the universe to see.

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A physicist told me that black matter makes up 95% of the universe & we don’t know what black matter is which means the majority of the universe is Unknown. Kalei Sliwinksi ‘20

But isn’t it crazy how there’s also white and gray matter? Granted, those color matters reside in our brains, but aren’t our brains and space one in the same? Ever-changing, expanding, and once we start thinking about it the existential dread comes creeping in, just like the one super blackhole that has been constantly creeping into our galaxy for the past billion years.

Is there black matter in our brains that hasn’t been discovered yet? Is there gray or white matter that exists in space? How are we supposed to know, hell, how are we going to even start thinking about what exists outside of our universe if we can’t go one second without dropping straight into the hole of “oh God, my existence is nothing in comparison to the vastness of the universe.” 24


What if we are all just hurtling towards inevitable doom, a fiery heat death, a colossal clash of planets that will 100% kill us all on impact, no more natural humans left on the broken up chunks of planet Earth? But we don’t know what black matter is. Maybe there’s another Earth out there, exactly as ours is right now, with exact carbon copy doppelgangers walking around doing exactly what we are doing. That’d be cool.

Hey, Other Earth Kalei, stop copying what I’m writing! Just kidding; we’re the same person, it doesn’t count as copying. Have fun on your other planet! Hopefully this puts into perspective how small we are. And maybe this convoluted story is confusing you as much as it confused me writing it. That’s space, isn’t it? Convoluted and confusing and too many symbols desperately fumbling forwards, hoping to make just a little bit of sense to sombeody else. 25

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Smokey

Delaney Garvey ‘21 Digital Photography


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A Rather Intrusive Incursion Max Wiegel ‘20

M i d s t r u m Ridcully—doctor of various degrees, avid sportsman even in his cranky and sunset years, crack-shot with his crossbow, the “man’s man” in his prime— died. His body fell to the soft grass below where he had strolled a few seconds earlier, the cause of death eventually determined to be a heart attack. A few moments after his body had fallen, Mr. Ridcully sat up once more. He looked rather annoyed—and, well, pissed. “Bugger,” he muttered to himself in dark undertones. “Work at this damn university for what: twenty years? No problems whatsoever, no sir. And then, after a wee spike of pain—I’m hardly feeling it now—I’m on the ground. Blasted, yellowbellied body.” He uttered a few more curses for good measure. Some were in English, others in Spanish, a few in Italian, at least three Japanese, and two even spoken in Tolkein’s black speech and Elvish respectively. It then occurred to him that his students were looking at him or at a spot very close to him. Various expressions of shock and sorrow decorated their faces, and a girl that the professor had found to be attractive was even sobbing. 26


Natasha Khan ‘23 Acrylic on Canvas

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“What are you lot staring at!” he barked. “Chin up, it’s just a fall! Perfectly fine, at least by myself standards.” Remarkably, his attempts to placate them were not working. They were not even, in contrast to earlier experiences with them, cowed by his personality. And the way he spoke the words with such force and conviction, which normally made even the dean of faculty bow to him, was not working. What. The. Hell. An urge possessed Ridcully. He looked down. His body looked back, very much deader than even a doornail (not that such a thing was even a good comparison in the first place, foolish humans). “Cor,” the ghost breathed. INDEED. Ridcully looked to the voice. It was tall, dark, and exceptionally lanky “So. You’re the Reaper, I presume?” Ridcully asked. YES. Ridcully took a long, good look at the ultimate reality. He asked in the most polite manner he could muster, “Here to deliver me to the other side, eh?” YES. “And...do I get a say in it?” I DON’T THINK SO, MASTER RIDCULLY. “Drat.” Ridcully eyed his companion with a keen eye, eventually remarking that “you have some rather bony knees. Should get that worked out, sir.” I PROMISE TO LOOK INTO IT. In spite of the impossibility of being able to do so, snapped his bony fingers. A spark of flame appeared along with the resulting snap, and the Space Dream ghost vanished.


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Anonymous

The day you decided that we needed space, I was still walking to class with you by my side. I was still smiling at your big eyes when you glanced my way. I was still laughing at the joke that you told me two years ago. I was still hearing your heart beating through your chest. I was still tasting your lips from the first time we kissed. I was still feeling the warmth of your hands in my own. I was still cheering you on from the benches at games. I was still watching old movies with you for hours on end. I was still melting into you until I fell asleep. I was still thinking that we shared our own little Universe. But then you decided that we needed our own space, So now that’s what we have

“In a field I am the absence of field”

Ava Said ‘22 Acrylic on Canvas

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I Don’t Want Space


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Starhopper Izabella Mileham ‘22

I am a star hopper a planet traveler I drink from the milky way and dance between galaxies I weave clothes from black holes collect meteors as trinkets. I have seen empires that promised eternal reign fall in the blink of my eye I am inconceivable Unthinkable

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Creating another planet like I created the Earth weaving free will and aiding evolution except this time, this time things won’t go as wrong You humans have done such terrible things to my greatest creation and now you’ve been warned you’ll no longer be welcomed

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Lost in Space

Aidan McFarlane ‘21 Acrylic on Canvas 31


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Quiet

Delaney Garvey ‘21 Digital Photography 32


Amelia Karr ‘22

The space between a bird and a tree is not the same as the space between you and me. I am not something you rest on not someone who holds stiff holds still at your touch. My bark may be rough but on the inside I’m still. The space between a bird in flight over a tree: an image of you and me.

A Black Hole Disgorges the Planets & Stars

Garvey Photgraph Manipulated by Natasha Khan ‘23

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The Subjectivity of Geometry


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The Most Common Punctuation Mark Grace Govier-LaParl ‘22

Space has different definitions But each has the same intentions: To show that space is simply an Imaginary force—yet it can Keep things distant Even those persistent. Like as hard as I tried You pushed me aside You hit the spacebar Left my empty heart ajar. I stare in pain straight into the sun “How can you stay so far from everyone? The stars and planets, even the moon?” But she has the clouds I assume. What’s better? What’s worse? Which a blessing, which a curse? Living in light as airy foes pass by Or dwelling in dark with friends in the sky? How do they do it, the sun and the moon? I’m starting to sense that no one is immune. But I will never forget your face, No matter how many times you hit space.

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So Much To Explore Alyssa Jones ‘20

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I guess eyes really are a window to the soul Izabella Mileham ‘22

In ancient times People would look up look at the stars and find an answer for everything

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For living For loving. And when I look in to your eyes and see the stars of your universe gazing back at me

I think I understand

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of the mass in our body is made up of stardust. If this were true or question I’d answer false. mass is not made up of that’s for s 93% of the our body is made up of

false My body stardust mass in stardust.

If this were true or false question I’d answer false. My body mass is not made up of stardust that’s for sure. It’s made of the bagel I ate this morning along with the venti white chocolate mocha from Starbucks, one massive

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chocolate chip cookie, a giant bowl of salad, one and a half pieces of chicken, grapes, bacon, and another venti white chocolate mocha from starbucks, chips and salsa from burrito mundo, chicken salad, Starbucks again...one of those caramel apple suckers that you only eat in fall, another starbucks, sushi, caesar salad, panera broccoli cheddar soup and more starbucks. My point is I am not made up of stardust. Pretty sure it’s a ton of water, soda, and food. I should not be eating.

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How round is the moon? Three point one four one five nine times something... ha ha! -Mr. David Dwaihy, Math

Sur la lune, les mers Des pluies, du froid, des tempêtes Anciennes coulées morts -Mr. Alain Guédès, Humanities

Cara de plata, llena, clara, brillante. Esfera linda.

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A Series of Haikus Ms. Wagenschutz Forced Her Colleagues in the 203 Office to Write

Two lights to govern The day and night: moon and sun the Bible was Lit -Ms. Veronica Toth, English

I can’t believe it’s already five o’clock but the sun is down. Crap! -Mr. Andy Knote, English

Glowing yellow orb circumference up above Reflection of light -Ms. Sarah Nichols, Math

Which one is older, the Sun or the Moon? Moon: she can go out at night! -Mr. Justin Caruncia, Spanish

The Moon and Sunset Took Place at the Same Time

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Asst. Head of Upper School Dean of Student Life

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7 Ways of Looking at The Moon:


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S pa ce t he F in al Fro nt ie r M s. K a re n K a t a n ick Uppe r S ch oo l Te a ch e r of Ar t an d A r t H is to r y These are the voyages of an aging art teacher To inspire projects that no other art teacher has inspired in the History of Liggett To seek out new ideas and review art historical civilizations To Boldly Go where other schools cannot

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Bird in Bath Upper School English Teacher

Sun gleams into the partly-shaded bird bath. You’re looking around, But you still shake your booty.

Birds above chirp at you— appalled, envious. What are you doing? Spray from your wings mists the scorched stones as you fly away.

Three birds glide into the bath.

Drinking, looking around, soaking up the sun, and then They’re shaking their booties, too.

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Dr. Sean Moiles


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Ninetyt h r e e percent of our body is stardust. No matter how insignificant one may feel, know that we were all once a part of a giant s t a r .

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What most affects the heavens is gravity. People create the conceApt of heavens on Earth. Therefore, because gravity holds people on Earth, the concepts made by people are kept by gravity too. The truth of the heavens are unknown to man. People may claim that they know the truth, but the real truth is kept for beyond our gravitational pull. Because our ideas formulate in our minds and on earth, they are kept far from the truth endlessly.

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the stronger their gravitational pull. Yet we’re always being pushed: To do our best. To go further. To be perfect. It comes at a cost.

And I wonder: When do we feel the pull? The pull that draws us near. The pull that catches our eye. The pull that’s calling to each of us: that promises rest and hope and more than the temporal world can offer

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The closer objects are to one another,


Liggett Upper School

A whisper is an auditory implication. An outline of a word. All the edges and landmarks of a word stand

Have not

out, but a vowel—the true content of the word—is represented by

the

blank space, the exhale of breath. So is our

understanding of the universe. It’s easy to misunderstand a whisper—”bat” could be misheard as “bet” or “bit” and

blank spaces

yet we try to judge and truly identify the world nonetheless. Who are we to attempt to explore the universe if all we

substance

understand are the great visible landmarks which we see?

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Why are we so afraid of the unknown? When we walk into a pitchblack room, when we run, blinded in the nighttime forest, we are not, as we tell ourselves, afraid of the dark. We are afraid of the unknown that the dark is hiding. We are afraid of what we cannot see. We are afraid of that lingering, unpleasant feeling, that we are not as alone as we think we are.


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~worm time~ Kalei Sliwinkski ‘20

Worm time is not finite, as it transcends

all

dimensions

we

know. Do not ask about the worm, do not tell about the worm. The worm is nothing, and nothing is the worm. Upon the analyzation of the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics, one sees that the worm disobeys the

process

entirely,

rather

reverting to pure order from a chaotic state, although it could be argued that this is a more radical form of entropy. Our time here is finite; all matter will cease to exist eventually. The universe will live most of its life in darkness, reflecting on the cradle of civilization it once had. The fabric of reality will tear. There is no God. Only worm.

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