VISITED thrice: Sims and student commentary
A green wall reminds her of summer
Once pinned
Her hands
And then
Nothing
—–The world grows thin—–
Not fire nor water
Nor mere inundation
Nor ease
She sings between sleep
Her world is a stalker/she stalks it in turn and
The family mouth
Runs on
(from Stranger, page 23)
Amy Herrera, 19, hobbies: music and art:
In response to: “Her world is a stalker/she stalks it in turn and/The family mouth/Runs on” (23). I like this image because it seems to be the essence of the social fabric of the world. Even before social networking sites like Facebook & Twitter, there was family, and boy can family talk. You do one thing and next thing you know your tenth cousin six times removed is calling you up asking why.
Liya Koss, 19, hobbies: fishing, wishing, museum-hopping, and eating:
“She sings between sleep / Her world is a stalker / she stalks it in turn and / The family mouth / Runs on” (23). Singing, speaking, whispering, gossiping, chirping galore – this is singing. The words that leave her mouth are a song, in many forms. Her world, her dreams, stalk her conscious being, searching for truth. Dreams elicit their content from reality and stalk and stalk until nonsense is composed. A mess of thoughts, ideas, notions stream through her lips, open, close, open, close, open, close, open. She sleeps between singing as she sings between sleeping, aloud, in perfect harmony. Her thoughts, prepared and ready to be released into the world of dreams. They bite, they steal, they devour her lovely voice, her everything, her world.