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PANIC Vanier Alumni 


the wind in my spine is shouting so i hold my breath to quiet it and it curls under my skin bunches up in a million ants underneath and trapped under it spoils itself greens and blackens on its own so i block my throat to hide it in and it whispers my death to me It makes me tremble and my bones clatter against it as it turns to marble in my lungs I collapse under the weight of it it crushes down upon my stomach and when it…

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There is a Monster Under My Bed Vanier Alumni 

There is a Monster Under My Bed

There is a monster under my bed And I shout and scream at it And I beat it with a stick There it goes under and out of reach Mum says I am being too noisy Doesn’t she hear the monster growl? Doesn’t she see its ruby claws? Mum’s eyes were all scratched out The monster shakes the bed from under So I plant a knife through it So I pull a bloody knife from it The monster goes all quiet Mum says I am scaring her But she can’t…

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Carnival-Woman Arts 


I believe I am a Carnival, A cheap attraction; STEP RIGHT UP! I am a visual masterpiece I’ll blow your mind in sweaty plastic colours   I am a kitsch Wonderland, Ring a ride on the merry-go-round, I’ll spin you round, and whistle in tiny tunes At twenty-five cents a pop   I am a capital C Clown, Horse balloons and penny tricks So pick a card, any card- And I’ll show you how to make a nightmare   I am a Pirate Ship, Broken rhythm, in the warm, putrid…

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BeNny and Joone Arts 

BeNny and Joone

Her words are paper-maché She sews them haphazardly They are broken and eaten and doused in clay She goes ‘round with a clumsy rhyme: brazenly   As she does so, I will stop Always thinking: will I drop? Her stanzas are magical, or perhaps not Maybe I just need to write: ‘tis worth a shot   He writes careful, in a deliberate side-step She writes madness, in a turmoil of a process They’re a sludge of heavy pep Toss the form! It’s a goddamn mess   Neither knows what the…

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Nineteen Eighty-Four: George Orwell and Michael Radford’s Call For Anarchist Revolution Entertainment 

Nineteen Eighty-Four: George Orwell and Michael Radford’s Call For Anarchist Revolution

  ”You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit or it is nowhere.” –Ursula K. LeGuin, The Dispossessed ”At one time in the world, there were woods that no one owned” –Cormac McCarthy, Child of God Michael Radford’s Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984) is a brilliant adaptation of George Orwell’s novel of the same name, originally published in 1949. The film follows Winston Smith (John Hurt) as he struggles to find truth and meaning in the oppressive regime put…

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Silence Arts 


I think in swollen metaphors, I am not drowning, I am eaten So I hold my thumb on the pulse of the universe and it is dead;   I spin my mind like fingers for fun, And dream my veins soiled in chocolate cake So I taste the sweetened marrow and my teeth mold in cheap rum   My throat wilts and dries, I am not a flower in winter, I am a weed in a housefire So I kiss the arson on the mouth and it tastes like warmth…

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