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--~~ Vw ~~h~ - .d. '4</ . -a-.#;;;.~-.J.-. --·-J..... __d:: '2 /:~--o _,/, 1 o Venture Venture 2010: The Singing Revolution Augustana's Literary and Artistic Magazine "I thought to myself, this is how revolution begins-with candles, with songs, but mostly with poetry ."~ Laima Vince from Lenin s Head on A Platta Jon Josten Tiffany Bobertz Editors Brady Holm Cover Design Vol. LIV,..., Augustana College,..., Sioux Falls, South Dakota ,, Table of Contents DIVERBIA. .. .... .............................. ... ............... ... ... .Page 6 Leigh Hooks MEHNDI.. ..... ...... ......................................... .. ........ Page 7 Megan Rasche I'D RATHER BE A GOOSE .... .............. .. ....... ... .....Page 8 Matt Stensland-Bos PORTRAIT OF AN AMERICAN FAMILY. .... .. .... .Page 9 Ian Malloy THE EXECUTION ............... ......... .......... ..... .. ... ... ..Page 10 Hal Thompson LISTEN! MY HEART IS BOUND TO THE FLOOR IN ROUGH LEATHER AND YOU CANNOT SAVE ME ................ ....... ... .Page 12 Carrie Sullivan AMIDST THE BLAST. ................. .. ..... ... .. ............. .Page 13 Samantha Perry THE FEELING ........... .... ......... ......... ... ... ........ ..... ....Page 14 Catherine Beddow 18-24 ......... .. .. .... ... .... .. ....... ..... .. ... ............. .. ..... .. ....... Page 15 Carrie Sullivan Table of Contents STAIRCASE SYMPHONY. ..... ... .... ... .. ..... .. ...... .... ..Page 16 Sonia Halbach THE DRUNKIES ... ...................... ........................... Page 17 Leigh Hooks SERENDIPITY IN C-MINOR. ............ ..... .. ............ Page 18 Carrie Sullivan WAIPEO SLANT.. .... .. ....... ... .... ..................... .. .. .. ... Page 19 Katherine Foiles SCENES FROM AN INDIAN ADVENTURE ... .... Page 20 Megan Rasche WIDOW'S PRAYER ............ ........... ......... .............. Page 24 Carrie Sullivan DEATH RATTLE ........................ ... .... .. .. ...... .... ...... .Page 25 Christine Bergeson HUMAN SPIRIT. .... ............... .. ........ ... .... ...... .......... Page 28 Ian Malloy A VAMPIRE' S MEMORIES ........ ... .... .. ..... .... .. ...... Page 29 Kate Thorson SLURPING ............ .. ... ........... .... ... .. .... ... ..... ........ .. ... Page 32 Christine Bergeson VLUCHT GEANNULERD .. .... ... ...... .... ... ..... .... ...... Page 33 Jenny Lockhart Special Thanks: The editors would like to thank the following people: Janet Blank-Libra for her guidance in the production of this magazine. Our judges: Ivan Fuller, Darcie Rives-East, David O'Hara, Sandra Looney, and Tom Shields. To all who submitted to the magazine, without the superb talent of all of you, this magazine would cease to exist. Central Services for the printing of this magazine. To Brady Holm for his wonderful cover design. Jess Winter, Val Olness, Jan Brue Enright, the Writing Center, the Department of Visual and Performing Arts, and anyone else we may have forgotten to name here, without your donation of time, money, resources, etc. this magazine would not have been possible. Thank you. From the Editors: Jon Josten: This past summer I traveled to Vilnius, Lithuania as part of a literary seminar. I was and continue to be inspired by the resilience of the people there. Not only in their daily life, but in their art, their song and their poetry. The people of Lithuania used words and images to effectively stage a revolution against oppressive forces in their country. And it was their story that initially inspired the theme. I would like to take this opportunity to thank the many people who made this publication possible. I would also like to say that each work in this publication was judged without names attached to them. As such, \everything in the book is chosen based on the artistic merit. As such, the publication epitomizes how much wonderful talent is on this campus. This is something we all should celerbrate and be proud of. In having the theme "The Singing Revolution," Tiffany and I hoped to create a publication which would carefully and thoughtfully meld two worlds. One world of the written word and the other, the power of images. We hope that you enjoy this year's Venture and will be inspired to create, to laugh, to love. Because through a time of real trouble and real uncertainty, we have the power of words and images to unite us all. My Quiet Revolution I sing to blast the eardrums of hatred. To sing, to shout, to write for the world to hear. To listen, to accept, to tolerate for the world to speak Tell me your song. Tiffany Bobertz Venture,...., 5 Diverbia ,, By Leighland Hooks ""' 1st Place ""' One Acts If I was to look, would the mountain look back? Would these sheer faces bleed for me? It's all so serene, God. The peaceful, spindly pines reaching to bow at your feet. Each woodland creature striving to become worthy to pray and me just here talking to you. I've been on my knees all my life looking for answers that never came. So, here I stand at the trim of a cliff on the edge of my existence, trying to look my God in the eye. But, all I see is a bloodshot sun slipping down with a world at its mercy. All I feel is the cold wind, the cold embrace of its silence. Father, hear me now and hear my confession. For I have sinned and sinned again with no path to follow. The sheep has lost his way and the Shepherd is apathetic. What happened to you? You used to be all fire and smoke, smiting at the drop of a hat or sandal (Old Testament). And now God is all tears and forgiveness. God goes to anger management and loses his backbone? God, you need to fight for what is yours. I am yours and I am slipping, falling, skidding, tearing my eyes out trying to see you. Trying to be your perfect Adam, your Son. Something we could both be proud of. But I'm not perfect and neither are you ... and on the eighth day God died. If I was to jump, would the mountain scream? Venture""' 6 Megan Rasche Mehndi ~ 3rd Place~ Photography Venture~ 7 Matt Stensland-Bos I'd Rather Be A Goose ,...., First Place ,...., Poetry * you were once a flower (in a past life or some hindu thing) a daffodil maybe a rose? and i guess it's true i snorted and said what a stupid thing to be you smiled and said no i loved the peace it brought me i said you must have been insane to sit \ in the ground all day wasting away with the November cold peace aside you probably froze i 'd rather be a goose i said you laughed (and i could see you were sincerely amused) you said with Fall enthroned you'd be shot right out of the sky *The first place poetry award is dedicated to Herbert Krause, who was writer-in-residence at Augustana College for 38 years. He was a teacher, novelist, poet, historian, scientist, bird-lover, and an appreciator of beauty. He believed that a writer ought to "observe accurately and describe pictorially." In this spirit, we present the most outstanding poem with the Herb Krause Poetry Award. Ian Malloy Portrait of An American Family ,__, First Place ,__,Art Venture ,__, 9 I know how I feel about my Grandfather - I told him so, and I know he will be with me forever. Death cannot rattle that. I also know that when his soul departs; it will be on my side ... all of us are not too far behind. Countryside Senior Living, Sioux City, IA R.M.B. Room 623 R.I.P. Sunday, July 19, 2009 !2:20PM C.M.B. Room 624 He closed his eyes for a moment, listening, but all he could hear was the rain and his heartbeat. When he opened his eyes the ground before him had grown dark and as he watched a single worm exposed itself from the safety of its subterranean home. It had come to feast upon the waters. He looked up. For a few seconds he forgot about the soldiers, the prison, the past several years of his life. For a few seconds he even forgot the smell ofthe dead. Upon seeing the worm he was transported back years ago, to a time when he knew nothing of evil, loss, or hate. So long did it seem that he nearly thought it another life. But she was there. She had always been there, and he had always been with her. As he stared into the rain he saw beyond its gray curtain. He saw it, green and blue, as it once had been. Her figure full of col·or and light, dancing in his memories. He blinked. The gray curtain fell back and he was again surrounded in the color less world of the dead. The rain had softened. He bent his head down again and stretched out his hand to the worm before it had time to dive back into the earth. He lifted it up to his face-the only living thing left in this place. He let it wriggle around in his palm, wrap itself around his fingers. Then he gently closed his hand and raised his eyes to the soldiers. The two of them looked back at him, perhaps wondering if he would say anything before the end. So far this example had been disappointing. They did not see the point in prolonging the finale anymore. The same soldier that had shot her took one step to the left so that he stood directly in front of him. With the slightest twitch of his mouth he raised his gun up. They were doing him a favor-letting him see his own death-unlike the other one. He had time to take in one breath. One last breath to fill his lungs full of the rain, and not the dead. It was quiet. The flash from the barrel was dull. Even the bullet ap peared to move slowly. As a final gesture he opened his hand. Then it was over. His head flew back as the bullet buried itself in his skull. His mouth opened wide releasing a sharp gasp, then his face fell into the mud, and the remaining air flew from his lips. The soldier with the gun lowered his arm. Then he turned to the other and they made their way back to the main building.