By Audra Miller
(Bubbert’s Awards 2012, 1st place)
Swing Dance
VideosBy Audra Miller
(Bubbert’s Awards 2012, 1st place)
Convo #5 (Lou Bethel)
VideosBy Kyle Doesken
(Bubbert’s Awards 2012, 2nd place)
We Are Young
VideosBy Claire Unruh
A day in the life of Bethel College
(Bubbert’s Awards 2012, 3rd place)
Quaint
PhotographyBy Erin Engle
Damn Decency
PoetryBy Jordan Esely-Kohlman
Damn Decency! I want to live as an animal, marauding the savanna.
To shade beneath the acacia and find excited peace only when and where the
shadows hide.
To feed from the tawny grasslands and rest in the hollows of concentric sienna and
obsidian.
To procure the lay of the land through deliberate exploration.
To find solace in the peach hillsides that languidly lean into vermillion valleys.
To discover that there is no edge of the world, only beautiful quirks and catenaries
where the beginning is the end.
To drink from time, the cool blue stream it is, and truly taste the flux of kinetic
molecules.
To prey on moments and capture them with a swift strike of the paw of perception.
To roam.
To be.
The Humanities Vs the United States School System
PoetryWhen we remember a book
we remember our favorite parts
we don’t remember the rest
we cut off the crust
skip the foreplay
surgically remove the soul
and burn the bridges that got us there.
The funny thing about fiction
is that it is the only way
that we know we are real, right?
Our histories, our stories
the stories we tell ourselves
that’s the thing of it.
You remember Shakespeare
when the audience would know
what a character would not?
That wasn’t meant
just as a cute plot device
that was meant to teach
humility by exposing
the flaws and limited nature of humanity.
That is why it is called the humanities
and not
made up stories and dyes on canvas
sound waves production
or clay construction
it is the study of us
like psychology and anatomy.
Without narratives
we cannot know anything.
Without a fictional world
inventions cannot occur.
We need this
we need the lies to survive.
Growth by the imagination.
So Yes…
PoetryThat feeling
only a self-medicator
cannot feel
we all need some help
when you smoke cigarettes on purpose
when you drown your conscience
when you get higher than your lowered expectations
Anything to press and hold down
the fast forward button of life
You can never rewind,
only replay
you know it
will end one day
your tape will be used up
you pull it out
Exposed to the light
it burns
letting go
of memories can be hell
but in reality the angels
are purifying you in fire
so that you can enter heaven
So yes…
Red
PoetryBy Jerrell Williams
This world only sees people as certain colors,
But this concept has been keeping us from truly loving each other.
It’s been a never ending war color against color
God’s creation at war with itself, brother against brother
Blacks against whites….whites against blacks,
Back and forth we go in this cycle of attacks.
It doesn’t matter who wins this drawn out war,
But I guarantee both sides will leave with their hearts feeling sore.
In this world not all is good, and not all is fine,
I wish that this world would just become color blind.
Self Transformation
Drawings, Paintings & PrintsBy Grady Stultz
A Drop of Light in a Sea of Darkness
PoetryThe mask cracks
Tears dilute
Painted mud and ash swirl together
Red wax that stains and seals
begins to melt
extensions split
texts come undone
what was smooth is now wrinkled
no iron can fix
statues are pulled down
sacred stones are smashed
And there is no wonder
the angel of light can no longer masquerade
the preacher of peace and mutual trust
the determined enemy of both
for he who wishes to deceive will never fail in finding willing dupes
And there is no wonder
for the evils of the earth are caused by
that internal voice you hear
is not yours
it is
the only enemy that ever existed
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