Welcome to the world of Goblin Men, where fruits are sold for locks of hair, and lives are lost for having their share! Goblin Market, a staged play, performed on campus in the Factory on March 24th and 25th, was a student led project that brought nineteenth century English writer Christina Rossetti’s poem, “Goblin Market,”
Close to Home – Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! The Sounds of Abandoned Berlin
Living on campus on the first floor of Treskowstrasse 25 (or in affectionate shorthand, T25) is an exercise in constant human interaction, in which the concept of privacy does not really exist. The bathroom is usually the only unoccupied space in the apartment, and my flatmates have found me more than once sitting on the
The Aural Manual
You slowly approached the middle of the room on a warm desert night. The air is warm and dry. You can feel particles of sand moving around your ankles as a slight breeze pushes past you every now and then. In the sandstone floor there is a small depression in the form of a ring.
Chocolate Croissant Eaters Anonymous
Chocolate croissant eaters anonymous May your passionate true purpose be revealed in your neurotic embryonic bypass, gas-mask placenta I mean nothing by her yours I’s I mean eye like icecream No question We’re not so different We both go to school (in and out) It’s up to you to know purpose What butter, baby I’ll
Much of a Muchness
I. Apoplethecary There were days when, fettered by the combustion engine, tick-tocking toked-up daze Of an electric, lithophane, plugged in life, Honed by a thousands hints when so small things became wrapped up in skin, So begin to fester underground in the belly of the beast beset by newsfeeds Of felled trees and ever more
My Thesis in 5 Photos: Vala Schriefer
Welcome back to “My Thesis in 5 Photos”— a series in which fourth year graduating students share images that illustrate their thesis process—the good, the bad, and especially, the ugly. Here, co-editor of the blog Vala who studies Art and Aesthetics, shares moments from her thesis on Michelangelo’s unfinished sculptures the Prisoners. 1. Haunted by
Light Garden
That was a spooky step Some kind of Marble-magnetism Whirling me like a spinning top A dreidel on warm wood Make a cord I stayed full, a friend close by Repeat an obsession and it becomes a ratio to your world I do not like ratio talk, I think of using either nausea or plums,