Archives for March 2022

The Human Condition Creative Final: The Void

Beacon 2011-2012, Existential Literature. Special thanks to the three wonderful students behind this film: Cosmo Scharf, Heather Schwalb, Emilie Astrom.

Insight Paper by BC

Becoming Woman: Consciousness of Condition

From birth, to live as a woman, person of color, or any individual from a marginalized group in society requires a consciousness of possessing a multi-layered identity. To some degree, all people must view themselves in context to their community, their culture, and the greater society in which they exist. However, for some groups, in particular, women, sense of self has historically been embedded in their relationship to figures outside of themselves. So much that, a consciousness of an identity independent from others is a radical act. It may not seem so radical, as contemporary American society has essentially concluded that women are of equal standing to men; however, this folly is rooted in an ignorance of the multi-dimensional character and societal “code-switching” that is required by women on a daily basis. [Read more…]

Mandalas by the Class of 2016

The End of Joesph K. by A.J.

The End of Joesph K.

The darkness shone the room of wood,
And in the spotlight, Joesph. K stood.
“Joesph K.” The Judge will say
“You are found guity of your crime.”
“But your honor” said K.
“It is not my door that you should knock.
“Take Leni, My Uncle, or even Block.”

“Block is too attractive.” The judge said in reply.
“But I like your effort, good try.”
“Your sentence is,” K listened with adrenaline.
“Fair and just, Death by penguin.”

They flew him past. Across the sea.
Before K. Could file his plea.
K could not believe his luck.
While in Antarctica, his feet were stuck.
And then he saw the black and white,
And knew this would be his last sight.

The penguins attacked, with deadly rage,
Some even flew, despite their age.
They slashed with their long penguin claws
And kicked with their sleek penguin paws.

And there K. Stood, dying in the snow,
Paying for a crime he didn’t know.

Joseph K. Poem by A.J.