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Horizons, Volume 30, Spring 2015, Sacred Heart University

Vistas (Horizons)

An interdisciplinary, multi-cultural journal celebrating the creativity of Sacred Heart University during the academic year 2014-2015.

This year’s issue of Horizons is titled “Limbo: A Collection of Liminal Spaces.” Life is one gigantic stage of transitions where we are in perpetual states of limbo, or luminality, a threshold between our previous selves and the new selves we are in the process of defining.

Taking In: Raw The Best Of Lesley University College Of Art And Design Undergraduate Photography 2015, Lucad Students

Taking In

Taking In: RAW is a juried annual student run publication and exhibition that showcases the best of 2015 LUCAD undergraduate photography and video. For over ten years, creative minds have come together to produce not just a display of brilliant work, but a celebration. A celebration of the most extraordinary work LUCAD has to offer.

Water: Experience, Recognition, Conversance, Kristine O'Reilly

All Student Theses and Dissertations

The exhibition of the photographic work entitled, Water: Experience, Recognition, Conversance, is the culmination of the artist’s life-long interest in the natural environment. The title also infers a chronological description of how interest in the subject evolved as well as how this document and the exhibition has been constructed and curated.

The concept of the exhibition is to remind or provide a vehicle toward remembrance to those ephemeral instances that we as a species have all experienced. It is intended to incite a response or perhaps inspire an action or a reaction or just a renewed appreciation of one component …

Conscious Delusions, Judith K. Hanacek

All Student Theses and Dissertations

Views of the world come from watching, looking, and feeling emotional relationships between people, things, and places. This fabricated series establishes the willingness to believe the images are actual photographic records by combining subjects viewing a variety of images. Metaphorical narratives show a vision of the incongruent world. The engagement begins with a shadow or back of someone or thing looking into the frame. Color, texture, and form within produce a voyeuristic psychological and emotional response. The paradox is what pushes the edges of expectation. Synchronicity of the elements within the images thrust us into a surreal moment. Belief in …

Outside Spaces, One Artist's Journey, Bonnie L. Schroeder

All Student Theses and Dissertations

The beauty and simplicity of outside spaces often overlooked in a busy world are intimate places to regenerate. There are simple moments in life going on all around us which can be most profound, effortless catalysts triggering memories or creating new ones. Looking at something and interpreting it comes from one’s inner self construed by those defining moments that make who we are, a product of our life experiences. Taking time to day-dream, quiet or settle one’s mind, even if momentarily, transports the viewer to another place, a solemn way to achieve peace of mind. There are gifts all around …

On Nine Mile, Allen Morris

School of Art, Art History, and Design: Theses and Student Creative Work

The photographs of On Nine Mile were made to explore my developing relationship with the place I now inhabit. They compare the reality of a place against preconception and actual experience versus idealized expectations. I made this work to help understand a landscape to which I was transplanted and to which I had no connection. This exhibition is comprised of photographs taken at a section of untilled prairie called Nine Mile that most closely resembled my visual preconception of the Great Plains. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest surrounded by the mountains, forests, and shoreline that typify the landscape …

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Editor's Note, The Editor

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The Cliche Expert At Butler, Kent Mecum, Waneta Staten, Eleanor Overstreet

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Note: The three following pieces were written as a class assignment and all appear under the same title. The possibilities of the subject were so numerous that there is very little over-lapping in the papers and it seemed proper to print all three as representing a more exhaustive treatment of the subject. - The Editor.

Sunday Farmers, R. J. Evans

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Although I did not realize it when I married him, I really married Teddy plus a farm. Young and rather naive, I believed I could soon make myself over into a farmer's wife, especially since the farm in question was a project only for week-ends. But I have found it consumes all of my husband's spare time and as much of mine as I will allow.

April, Suzanne Spiker

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From tall trees,

The cool moisture rushes

To the ground...

My Utopia, Kenneth Ryan

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Do you want to be a hermit? Of course you don't. But! Do you awake in the morning feeling irritable and tired after a hard double feature the night before? Does your head buzz and do your feet ache after hours of shopping through crowded stores? Does the / world of modern man rest heavily upon your weary shoulders? If your answer is yes, then we can help you.

The Impossible Housewife, Demaris Klicka

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Her house-dress is faultlessly tailored. She wears sheer hose and high heels. Her sleek, upswept hair-do is in shining order at 6:00 a.m. Her house, which was a tumbled-down shack bought for almost nothing, has been remodeled with only a few dollars and quantities of ingenuity into a decorator's dream; most of the furniture, deep, handrubbed mahogany, was found in a back street second-hand shop for a few pennies and refinished. Her house is in ship-shape order (Navy style) not later than 8:00 a.m. She does a weekly laundry for seven. people before breakfast without marring her manicure. She prepares …

A Snowflake--An Observation, Suzanne Spiker

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With my face pressed against the cool pane of the window, I watched the snow drifting slowly past. Then my eye was caught by a particularly beautiful flake, lodged on the sill. It was perfectly symmetrical in shape, looking like a delicate white butterfly poised for flight, or a lacy, imaginative valentine, left over from that saint s name-day.

Death, Patrick J. Mahoney Iii

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He had tried to surrender. From behind a section of battered wall, he waved the Nambu with a piece of dirty white rag tied to the barrel, and I waited. Waited, with my Thompson leveled at that piece of white rag. We had long since learned of the treachery of the infamous Seventh Regiment of Imperial Marines, the pride of the Emperor, the giants of Nippon. They were giants too, in comparison to the usual run of Nips. These Banzai boys were all crowding six feet and over. Big fellas, and treacherous as a coiled cobra.

Requiem, Alan Markum

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All shall go down

All shall go under

All shall forget...

The Most Exciting Hour Of My Life, James Richman

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The most exciting hour of my life? I think it was the time I traded places on an airplane with a Chinese mule. Other incidents have been more dangerous; other escapes have been closer: but not one has been more exciting.

The Dramatic Function Of The Gravediggers' Scene In Hamlet, Q. L. West

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It is unfortunate that one of the scenes most often cut from contemporary productions of "Hamlet" is the first scene of Act V, the gravediggers' scene. The scene is, after all, static; it is merely a lyrical passage which seems, at first, to delay the movement of the drama, and, at all events, to add nothing to it. The producer wants swift, forward-moving action, and, certainly, he finds little enough of what he wants in the almost perverse, but always fundamental, deliberateness of this play. Consequently, one of the first scenes to be eliminated is almost invariably this one, despite …

Paricutin, Marie Hammontree

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The liveliest and youngest of the world's volcanoes, Paricutin is now a mecca for visitors from every continent. For years the farm of Dionisio Pulido, two miles outside of the village of Paricutin, had been a favorite picnic spot for neighboring Mexicans because the ground was so warm and dry and hospitable. On February 20, 1943, while plowing in his cornfield, Senor Pulido heard a noise from under the soil. Louder it came and then with an earth shaking roar began pouring rocks and cinders. into the air. The next day there was a cone-shaped pile twenty-five feet high. Within …

The Shepheard's Calendar, Allyn Wood

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In the first eclogue and the last, Colin Clout addresses Pan, complaining about his life. These are the only two eclogues in monologue; they are different in scope but with many comparable passages; and they are the only two in the particularly sustained musical rhyme scheme of iambic pentameter sixains ryhmed ababcc." But in January, Colin is immature, in December he has grown old. In the two complaints, Spenser subtly communicates the vast difference in Colin's experience-he is comprehensive, as in "February" he only plays. Through images of his relationship with nature, first so superficial and comradely and demonstrative, deepening …

Freedom: A Symposium, William Harper, Earl Murphy, David E. Barnhart, Fred Mcnanny

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Note: The idea of freedom has been a vital motivation for speculation, deliberation, and action throughout all time. In Its wake lie both assurance and confusion. Its backward glance falls upon olive branches some still wet with blood, for freedom ranges from divine heights' to satanic depths in man's definition and application. What and how we think of freedom is important to these times, the beginnings of our future. The four essays in this collection are attempts to reach a definition of freedom. We hope they may lead to individual considerations of this problem.

-Editor

Cormorant, Margaret Lanahan

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From out the sea

Fled up the sandy coast,

Bleak desert stretch,

Half a land and half a sea alike,

Spreading gritty flecks

Built into rock, slab crag,

And summit peak of stone.

Here perched silently

The cormorant...

Poems, George Fullen

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Derelict and Hours Before Darkness by, George Fullen.

Poems, Tom Wagle

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Double Identity and What an Accomplishment by, Tom Wagle.

Autumn Twilight, Anne Mcdonnell

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On my lips the sad bitter taste

Of moist autumn air...

Eagle Released, F. King

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There was something of the eagle in him,

Something that spoke flailing wings against the sun...

Departure And Return, F. King

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Wrapt in an invisible blanket of snow

She walked in silence through the small town.

And though for most it was the month of June,

And though for most it was a summer's day, The lady strolled through gentle avenues of snow...

Free Soul, Anne Mcdonnell

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It was a very warm, soft spring afternoon. In the newly green park Miss Harvey felt quite pleased with herself. She had been really daring at the store today. Her replies to the sallies of her companions had smacked of the woman of the world spirit that she so admired and of which she felt herself mistress. She tossed her thin shoulder in a poorly executed gesture of bold daring.

Merry-Go-Round, Richard J.O. Green

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The merry-go-round and the ferris-wheel spun in opposite directions, making him dizzy. A carnival tune piped from some hidden calliope, and the interwoven chants of concession barkers merged into a constant buzz of incoherency. The noise, the swirl of unorganized movement, and the gaudy splashes of raw color irritated him, and made him angry with himself for being irritated. The atmosphere was infected with a spirit of gayety, and it annoyed him that he was immune.

Half-Way To Tomorrow, George Coffin

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The sun poured blinding molten brass on the flat water's edge, and the sea, on fire, glared along a harsh broad path from the halfsun on the straight horizon to the ship. From the forecastle rail the prow seemed to carve great billow-crested furrows in the cool jade waters ahead. The always. breaking, turning, falling, churning of the ship-cut sea roared in his ears and filled his head with great cleansing swirls of nothingness. His world was a disc with radius only as far as the black seawater-mark that cut the darkening sky from darker water far ahead. Somewhere, drawn …