Author Archives: Marshall Moutenot

Western influence :(

Exploring the Mystic Lakes at high velocity with a friend clinging to my back. Snow banks Turn to puddles Winter’s passing The move above the line this week left me disappointed. (Lecture 3/6) I feel so attracted to the non-symbolic … Continue reading

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Here and Now

Standing on a dock in Cape Cod after midnight, illuminated only by the moon. Moonlit trees dance in the water silence I welcome the arrival of warmth with an unmatched enthusiasm this year. The beautiful northeast spring is almost here, … Continue reading

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Hedonism

A year of planning, emails, and meetings finally came to fruition this weekend at the Tufts Hackathon. A thousand moving pieces the floating snowflakes never colliding I failed miserably at being hedonistic this past week. Although I succeeded in not … Continue reading

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Empty

Walking home late at night emotionally tattered by an emergence of a past relationship and stood up by a friend who offered comfort. frozen flesh the long walk home alone Very numb this week. I think the relevancy outweighs the … Continue reading

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As I Crossed a Drift of Snow

In a house with friends during the blizzard, gathered around a few musical acts. Candlelit bodies Acoustic harmonies are all we need to keep warm We began this week by talking about Japanese lyricism. The idea of universal lyrical competency … Continue reading

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Week 2

Waiting in the aftermath of my first and last Winter Bash and losing faith in humanity. Huddled bodies hoping to get home embracing but not in love like tightly packed snow Evanescence is still the focus of class, and it … 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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