Monthly Archives: January 2013

Transience

by Benjamin deButts I was reading on a bench near the prez lawn when there was a strong breeze.   Winter silence- A gust disturbs Moments later, gone     This past week in Japanese culture the focus was mostly … Continue reading

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My Introduction to Evanescence and Form: A Paradox Extraordinaire…

By Laura Sabia Unable to sleep, I waited alone through the first hours of the morning in the guest bedroom of my friend’s house in New Jersey.   I lie awake- New day’s first light Breaks through my window We … Continue reading

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Quiet

I had just left my house on Friday night when I turned onto Packard Ave and couldn’t tell if it was snowing or not until I saw the glow of a street lamp.   Snowflakes fall Illuminated by the lamp … Continue reading

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Week 1 – The Cicada (Nicholas Economos)

I wasn’t able to write a poem about an experience this week.     ___________             I had a surprisingly difficult time finding subject material for my brief poem this week. This is surprising because I don’t find the concept … Continue reading

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Week 1

I loved the fresh snow on Saturday but was disappointed because I could tell it was going to melt quickly that morning. early morning footprint in new snow sunlight is strong       I’m really excited to explore this … Continue reading

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The Cicada World

By Michael Chu I was walking to mail service on Friday afternoon and saw the outskirts of Medford when I was near Olin. Beyond the hilltop, Houses behind winter trees, Ah, left unexplored. Professor Inouye kept mentioning evanescence and form … Continue reading

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Week 1

I was riding my motorcycle around Mystic Lake when I pulled over for a moment to admire the sunset’s reflection on the lake’s ice. Frozen lake Engine cools A moment of rest A cursory glance of the syllabus on the … Continue reading

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Am I doing this right?

Walking along Powderhouse around 4:00pm, feeling uninspired and frustrated at a boring tree while disappointed by the short Winter daylight.   Not this leaf, nor this tree, I mourn the loss of the day. cold, and dark, so early.   … Continue reading

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Evanescence & Form

I was taking the T back from Boston College on Friday night when I noticed that while there were about a dozen people on the car, the only sound that could be heard was the clacking of the train tracks. … Continue reading

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