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The 24-Hour Show
April 24, 2007 at 1:07 pmIt can take years to bring a play to a Broadway stage. But in the 24-Hour Show put on by Carleton's Experimental Theater Board, students are expected to write, rehearse, and perform a play all in a single day--24 hours of sheer madness.
Looking Through A New Lens
February 2, 2007 at 9:12 amToday The Lens, Carleton’s student magazine of politics and culture will release its Winter 2007 issue, entitled “Behind Closed Doors." The issue marks the fourth installment of this student publication, which debuted last academic year.
Alien
January 30, 2007 at 10:39 amAlien
By Rose Kantor“Exotic Species Alert,”
reads a sign by the boathouse,
“this lake infested with milfoil.”But here I once saw,
clinging to a tree top,
an iguana.A crowd ringed beneath it
but none could coax the foreigner down.
If it shrieked at reaching hands, I don’t remember,
but we, in the crowd chattered on,
pointing rudely.
It was mid-summer, the tree was simple
and young,
the reptile huddled alone and far
from anything it belonged to.A childhood fear, then,
to become the iguana.
This poem originally appeared in Manuscript, Carleton's literary magazine. Reprinted with permission from Manuscript and the author.
Lost Birds
January 30, 2007 at 10:35 amlost birds
by Lisseth Gavilanon the way to the ocean
the salty breeze punched them.lost, a slight deviation,
had them homeless for the seasonpity, perhaps there is no way
of saving birds from oceans.
This poem originally appeared in Manuscript, Carleton's literary magazine. Reprinted with permission from Manuscript and the author.
Roadkill
January 30, 2007 at 10:22 amRoadkill
By Lydia BreskinThere was a
Deer
A bodily shell, curled
Into a conch spiral
Its hooves
Curled inward
Kneeling
As if it had been
Tipped over, nudged
Gently, perhaps
By a windSome sort of
Volatile, metal creature
Had visited its corpse, however.
Because its blood
Was showing
In an embarrassed
Ejaculation
Across the road
This poem was originally printed in Manuscript, Carleton's literary magazine. Reprinted with permission from Manuscript and the author.
NaNoWriMo Kicks Off at Carleton
November 2, 2006 at 2:22 pmNaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, an annual challenge to write a 50,000-word novel entirely in the month of November. Its name belies its true nature, because the insanity is international in scope. There are local chapters all over the world, and this year there will be one in Northfield.
Unrecommended Reading
October 25, 2006 at 9:35 amby Greg Hunter
Rating the Gould Library's Least Necessary Books
Compact shelving ain't gonna cut it forever. Every month of every year, our own Gould Library receives more books, and sooner or later, we'll have to admit to ourselves that there are some we really just don't need that much. What stays? What goes? Use this helpful index to start trimming the fat.
Mustard Girl
May 22, 2006 at 4:16 pmby Britta Anderson '09
Allie can laugh tonight. She looks almost smart when she leans her head back and smiles her turtle-on-a-sun-rock grin. The shapeless lace of her wedding dress sags across her sunken-in chest, but she’s flushed with sauerkraut and attention, finally happy. Elvis howls on her boom box, and she claps her hands. Erin gave her a manicure this morning, and her nails shine with purple stars. Simon locks his elbows, grasping her shoulders as though he’s carrying a platter at the Olive Garden, where he’s washed dishes for fifteen years. “Youuuu-woh! Silly!” She giggles, “Come heeee-ere!” She wraps her goose-bumped arms around him and they sway, slower than the music, but stepping together.
Ruin
May 22, 2006 at 4:11 pmby Alexis White '08
We drove sixty miles to see
The beached carcass of a whale.
It lay on the shore
Like a discarded undergarment
The ocean’s shameful secret brought to light.Mary Oliver Has Such a Big Ego, She Insists Her Name be Both Larger and Higher than Her Book Title. I’m Almost Surprised it Isn’t in All Caps
May 22, 2006 at 4:01 pmby Alyssa Hursh '08
I counted my chickens before they hatched.
I had twenty seven.
But I had no need for twenty seven chickens, so I used the eggs to make lemon meringue pie.Heat oven to 300°F
Sift together cornstarch, flour, and sugar
In kettle, bring water to boilFeeling neglected, the pot called the kettle black,
Which didn’t make sense—
The kettle was red.Untitled
May 22, 2006 at 3:53 pmby Anonymous
hey botticelli, what the hell
kind of primavera is this, all ice and the
kind of cold that gets under my skin.The Closing
May 22, 2006 at 3:30 pmby Andrea Parrott '07
I.
She stopped
breathing whenthe world tipped
sideways andwhite petals poured
forth unto
an ash-tundra
dimmed with stars.
