Capturing Campus: Reclamation

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TW: Gore, canibalistic imagery, mentions of violence

Reclamation 

a crack of the skull to let the demons out

sharp daggers to the chest

pouring love; painting a sygil 

violence on grass blades and mushroom tops

too dizzy to lift a hand

skin marred and beautiful, bloody even

nibbled by canines and premonition

bit down on finger bones

gritty and callous resistance 

chewed the marrow like tobacco

spit it out, too

onto cold ground; it ferments

like fallen leaves atop moss

the flies buzz hymnals

and maggots squeal 

gleeful, they’ll burrow holes 

a porous sponge 

for mud and dust and rainwater

raw and plain

sinking into the earth

your final resting place

Quiet Corners

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Hello, and welcome back to Captured Moments! While my previous blogs captured my life as a piano performance major, this year, I am shifting the perspective of “captured” in my blogs. I love to take pictures of everything I see—literally. So, I want to incorporate my love for photography into my musical life. 

I captured this photo while walking back to my house, because of the stillness and peaceful simplicity. The empty streets, sun going down, and quiet houses are translated to the gentle and nostalgic melodies of a certain song that I correlate this image to; “Gymnopédie No. 1”

Satie’s musical composition evokes the mood of this photo, as the slow tempo and harmonies blend to form a beautifully nostalgic piece. Much like the straightforward and clean singing lines of Gymnopédie, this picture has simple lines and minimalist texture. It is straightforward, yet full of complex musicality. 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL0xzp4zzBE) Performed by Khatia Buniatishvili.

Emotionally speaking, I felt a wave of nostalgic happiness as it reminded me of my childhood. I also felt a bit of sadness when I realized that time was moving fast. As sophomore year is finished, I will only have two years left at the University of Michigan. Being in the moment while I took this picture, I came at peace, standing alone and reflecting on the quiet corners of the street. 

aSoSS 26 | Fit

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I liked how our teacher had a coordinated outfit! It was new!

Central Campus Transit Center, 10AM, 8/28/2024

summer comes and the house is not as i remember it. flies cling to the windows like barnacles. i bet a bird died in there, you say as we pass. it must have been heat stroke– but i already knew, i could smell the sweetness in the leaves. trees mourn too, did you know that? everything in the world mourns. the curtains are rustled by an invisible breeze; god’s not watching, there’s nothing to see. what’s buried won’t burn us. the clouds are sharp and shapeless, jigsaw pieces strewn across a coffee-cream sky.

Fit check, how is it?

Nice, got on that Laufey… I know how to say it now, not loofah or whatever…

Alice Lloyd Hall, 5:00PM, 9/13/2024

it was there the day i left, a dust storm dressed in bronze, waiting for me at the corner of the station. you hid behind a newspaper dated a week into the future: soothsayer’s grin, reaper’s curse. i pretend not to notice but we are both done with pretending. the threat of eye contact forces me astray. someone shouts a name–not yours–and you turn. it wears your eyes and nothing else.

your memory is stagnant, a still pond. i forget your face in the swarm of gathering flies.

My favorite pants has holes in them, just from wearing it a lot, and I’m going to patch it but I think this might be their last season…

Michigan Union, 12:30PM, 9/24/2024

it’s not there anymore, is it? the things you save until you can’t be saved. markers leak and stain the canvas; stickers dry and cut your nailbeds. you move out and your nails are painted and the world is over, yet the earth continues to spin. the antenna spits static and the radio hums to life. does the flower wait for the bee to approach before it blooms? kill the fantasy. fall in love with the present.

conscience of theseus: if you replace every thought in your mind, are you the same person?

With another year brings another vibrant campus community! Rain or shine, the human experience perseveres. Whether this is your first introduction to aSoSS or we crossed paths last year, I’m so glad I could be a part of your day =)

Welcome back, stay a while // It’s been a minute and I miss that smile~

To: All The People I Have Displaced In Stations (Some Formerly Known as Home)

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Dear Home,

Today, I went on the best bus ride I have ever had. 

Upon entering, the tunes of 2018’s Top 50 Rap Songs followed me to my seat, reverberating off  the few others whom I shared the ride with. The words of artists (who I have never really bothered to familiarize myself with) followed along with the steady tempo of the bus rocking over Ann Arbor’s busy potholes. The day is cold. Yet, the sun is still shining. Reflecting off of the green leaves who are turning marigold with its touch.

During the ride, I quickly made the acquaintance of a small bee. It asked for the time, landing on my watch repeatedly. It must be in a rush, I declared. The bee, proceeding to land on my knee, nose, and shoulder, asked if I was its mother. Making me responsible for dropping it off at kindergarten on time. Imagining its peers, teachers, and classroom, the bee’s stripes lingered with me for a few stops. And almost as soon as it arrived, the bee left. And, I was empty. 

That is the best bus ride I will ever have. Mere minutes turned into definition, and whose definition means less to me than it may have meant to others. For instance, a bee whose life could have ended had it not stumbled onto my watch, my knee, my nose, and shoulder. 

I wonder if my absence is notable. If even recognized, at all. 

I wonder if you are trying to find me; I am achingly displaced from you.

Considerably, my autonomy here is double-edged; my individuality is heightened, my loneliness is at its call. Yet, in moments where I find a stripey buddy, I feel a notable pull towards you.

I am sorry for misplacing you, Home. 

Your appearance finds itself in the smallest of matter.


With love, 

V.L.A.

P.S. Here’s a continued thought – In My Life, The Beatles.

~Sappy Daze~ Day 1

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if i wasn't lied to
some things that i 
didn’t know that i 
should’ve known i 
now do know are

if you get infected don’t elevate a leg 

if you are small you might (not) be a chihuahua

if you taste like styrofoam you’re a bone

if you swim you’ll get caught

if you need to fold a fitted sheet just ask Grandma

if you wore a fuzzy onesie it’d be shocking 

if you breathe your lungs could explode

if you have counted sheep or not

if you know if sea walking exists

- sappy