Day: September 18, 2016
Fall
It takes feet to landBut a person to fall.2 hands to hold on,None to let go.You want a person to catch youSo you don’t have to care,But in the endYou do.Because it’s alright to be scared.But if the person’s not thereYou hit the ground hard.And while mud runs with bloodYou think; how could I give up so much?You believe it wasn’t your faultBut you made the choiceTo jump without looking.And in the end,Someone always gets hurt.Grey Walls
Indiscernible grey wallsenvelop a faceless monolithsomewhere in Viman Nagar.Planes trace the clouds above,keeping the night from beatingthe sky intoblack.Outside,there are pups with broken hind legs,feeding on guttural excreteof the land that found god.Outside,there are children in tattered clothes,and their hair flutters languidlyin the land that found god.They all worship D-3 Viman Nagar—yes they do.And in returnall self-identity,and all self-determinationis robbed by D-3 Viman Nagar.I’m lost in the annalsof this cancerous growth.I’m lost in D-3 Viman Nagar,somewhere in the land that found god.Burning Talent at Acadia
As we say goodbye to the warm, inviting evenings of summer and hello to the biting, chilly evenings of fall, our lives change a little bit to adjust to the upcoming season. A favourite way by many of us to combat the brisk winds of Autumn and to celebrate the season of rosey cheeks is enjoying the comforting glow of a bonfire. Just picture this scene: the bright glow illuminating the darkness around you, the crackle of burning wood, the warmth reaching toward your hands, the smell of the smoke, even the less than pleasant sting the smoke leaves in your eyes. Now, for Acadia’s Theatre Society, that pretty picture in your mind will have to suffice because unfortunately, King’s County placed a fire ban over the area the very day their performances by the fire were supposed to take place. However, a little fire ban did not deter these beautifully talented artists, and with imagined embers burning in everyone’s hearts rather than a fire pit, the show still went on.
Despite the fact that this was an event put on by the Acadia Theatre Society, the invitation was happily extended to anyone regardless of their disciplines. Performance talent, as has been proven by the acts of every participant, does not run only through the walls of the Arts program. Even a furry, four-legged friend was enticed by beautiful words of song, spoken word, legend, stand-up comedy, and the musical melodies of guitars, ukuleles, and a didgeridoo. There is so much talent alive within the borders of our campus, and it is important to recognize the courage it takes to expose yourself in front of your peers. There is no better way to recognize it than to attend their performances.
Something a lot of people don’t really realize is that by watching someone share their art with you, you can see their passion and you can feel goosebumps when a certain song, poem, or story really resonates with you. You feel it in a way unlike the feeling of just reading the words on the paper. There is something about witnessing a performance that portrays a special kind of allure to the art. Most people would not expect this, so it might be worth it to see if you surprise yourself.
With crisp air rushing through the nose and a golden sunset fading into a dark, peaceful night, the words came to an end and it was time for the event to draw to a close. A final performance was addressed to first year students, and it can not be expressed enough how true that spoken word poem rings. Get out and experience the uniqueness this small town has to offer. You will not get another chance like the chance you’re given every day at Acadia University to do something you might not normally do. You might even discover a new love or a new niche, but there is only one way to find out.
Apple
Sunshine is one of those thingsEveryone will praise,But it’s also the first thingEveryone will bitch aboutwhen it’s shining in their eyes.For me though,I can’t squintOr bitch about being blinded for twelve hours a dayI spend all day hanging high atop my branch.My red skin glistening in the raysAs I think about what life would be like on the groundOr what life might even be like in an oven.It would probably be a hell of a lot worseThan being blinded by sun,So I figure I better keep quiet and sway in the gentle breeze.I’ve got some tough skin, but it can be lonely up here.So even though I’m not really sureHow much better or worseLife might get for me once I’ve eitherFallenOr been takenTo be transformed into desserts,I hope someone will think I’m worth the climbAnd reach high enough up this tree to pluck me from my perch.

