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Last night, Shawn Bramley, Yale Katz, Dustin Opper, Carolyn Shea, Alex Sweet, and Braden Walter shared poems, song lyrics, speeches, and comedy clips in the Writing Center! Themes including love, loss, war, and freedom were discussed. It was truly a night to remember.

Here is what was shared:

Dustin Opper– General George S. Patton’s 1944 Speech

Shawn Bramley– “Burn” by The Cure, “World Hunger” by Sam Kinison, “The Rent is Too Damn High” by Jimmy McMillan, “To Althea, From Prison” by Richard Lovelace

Carolyn Shea– “The Mermaid” by Alfred Lord Tennyson


Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?


I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb’d I would sing and say,
Who is it loves me? who loves not me?
I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall
Low adown, low adown,
From under my starry sea-bud crown
Low adown and around,
And I should look like a fountain of gold
Springing alone
With a shrill inner sound,
Over the throne
In the midst of the hall;
Till that great sea-snake under the sea
From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
Would slowly trail himself sevenfold
Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate
With his large calm eyes for the love of me.
And all the mermen under the sea
Would feel their immortality
Die in their hearts for the love of me.


But at night I would wander away, away,
I would fling on each side my low-flowing locks,
And lightly vault from the throne and play
With the mermen in and out of the rocks;
We would run to and fro, and hide and seek,
On the broad sea-wolds in the crimson shells,
Whose silvery spikes are nighest the sea.
But if any came near I would call, and shriek,
And adown the steep like a wave I would leap
From the diamond-ledges that jut from the dells;
For I would not be kiss’d by all who would list,
Of the bold merry mermen under the sea;
They would sue me, and woo me, and flatter me,
In the purple twilights under the sea;
But the king of them all would carry me,
Woo me, and win me, and marry me,
In the branching jaspers under the sea;
Then all the dry pied things that be
In the hueless mosses under the sea
Would curl round my silver feet silently,
All looking up for the love of me.
And if I should carol aloud, from aloft
All things that are forked, and horned, and soft
Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea,
All looking down for the love of me.

Alex Sweet- “Friendship that Never Was” by Alex Sweet, “My Tears Are Like An Ocean” by Alex Sweet, “Burying the Castle” by Alex Sweet

My Tears Are Like An Ocean by Alex Sweet

My tears are like an ocean. They are blue and deep. They are drops of water that I must keep. Like the sea, which has many different creatures, my tears have many different features. Sadness, pain, sorrow, and happiness. Many emotions from the heart, which tear me apart. They are dark like the abyss, because at times I cry for a loved one that I miss.

Yale Katz– “The Storm” by Yale Katz, “World For Two” by Yale Katz, “The Garden” by Yale Katz

Excerpt from “The Garden” by Yale Katz
If I could build a garden, I would build it just for you.
A patchwork of flowers of all different colors such as red, yellow, purple, and blue.
It would be a beautiful garden that we could call our own.
It would be a way for me to show my love to you after all the love that you have shown.

Braden Walter– “Space Oddity” by David Bowie

This is major Tom to ground control, I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
Here am I floatin’ ’round my tin can far above the world
Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do

Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles, I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows
Ground control to major Tom, your circuits dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you…
Here am I sitting in my tin can far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do

Ms. Le- “The Panther” by Rainer Maria Rilke, “First Writing Since” by Suheir Hammad

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