JOilH HARRISON HOSCH lIBIl RC Editor: Sheila Casper , ~n• . c.nege 10.. 1 'Sf Gainesvill e, GA 30S03 Associate Editor: Joanne Martin Art Editor: Andy Scott Staff: Andrea Blachly, Ally Eidson, Bill Feagins, Jessica Jackson, Elsie Nelson, Katherine O'Neill, and Usa Roberts Faculty Advisors: Sally Russell Robert Westervelt Special Thanks To: Our proofreaders, Monique Kluczykowski every tn'knl and Barbara Thomas Dr. Oscar Patton and Cindy Ryder of The Anchor for Lnfi-ni.te. " photographic assistance. Perceptions is a creative arts magazine published by the Humanities Division and Student Activities of Gainesville College to encourage the arts among students, faculty, and friends of the college. Some of the works published herein are the creative products of art and writing classes; others are contributions from friends of the creative arts. All unsolicited manuscripts and art work should be accompanied by a stamped, self-addressed envelope. While care will be exercised in the handling of these materials, the editorial staff cannot assume responsibility for them in the event of damage or loss. Submissions will be accepted for consideration during fall and winter quarters for publication each spring . Submit all materials to Sally Russell, Humanities Division, Gainesville College, Box 1358, Gainesville, Georgia 30503. Authors and artists retain all rights to their works in this publication. Cover: Michele Cash collage For Reference TdiePage: Richie McDowell watercolor Not to be taken from this room Table of Contents Poetry Connie Baechler Angallna Guntarlna p . • Dandelion Dream p. 7 A Day In the Llle of a Dlat.r p. 17 Get the Picture? (on Nazi Germany) p. 20 The Puppet p. 17 Wally Beck Untitled p. 7 Andr•• Blachly Traffic Jam p. 12 Shalla Casper August p.21 ExperlmentaUon witt'! a Fetal Soul p.22 HotOrMn p.25 Impr.sslons p. 24 Part. of Me p. 21 The P.aceful Masochist p . • Shadow p. 20 Emily Duncan The Casta System Never Ole. at Oms'. Diner p. 25 Ally Eidson aecau .. of lo•• p. 11 Welcome to the Real World p. 15 VardwOfk p. 21 Jessica Jackson Old Men p. 24 Reflections on Loalng or My Window Leaks p.17 Solstice p. 10 Rain Song p. 11 John McKay Airborne p. 12 Joanna Martin Daughter p • • D. Thadlu8 Monroe Enough p. 10 Kell S, p.16 Untitled p. 15 Wo. p.20 Remembering p . • Simple Pleasure. p. 15 Katherine S. O'Neill Encouragement p. 7 Traffic p. 12 Lisa Roberta As I Grow Older p. 10 He and She p. 14 Barbar. T. Dream p. 18 Dondl Vickers Kentucky Blu p. 14 prose Connie Baechler You Have to Draw the LIne p. 30 Andre. Blachly Acceptance p. 46 Sheila casper love Is the Better Psychosis p.51 Teresa Byler graphnednlwfng Bill Feagins Science Project p. 58 Sons and Moth.... p.44 John McKay Until ONth Do Us Part p. 50 Joanne Martin MIdnight Hours Before Dawn p. 52 8. Nelson Potc_ p. 33 Katherine S. O'Neill Katrina p. 35 Usa Robert. ThoFInaJ~. p." Scott Wiley Ashes to Ashe. p. 41 Wasted p.38 All Annee.aaec 011 painting p.S T ....sa Byler graphite drawing p. 3 MIchelle Cash collage cove, Glenn Chand_ pen and Ink p. 45 cola<od poncll p. 60 Andr.. Cooper gropIl" drawing p.23 Km"'-'""" pen end Ink p.24 Itoneware sculpture p. 29 stoneware sculpture p. 37 cont. p.37 COfT1)uter design p.47 _color p.57 Robert Huff conte p.12 stoneware acu Ipture p. 29 computer design p. 61 Gloria KIrby pen and Ink p. 34 Chrlstlna Martin ato .... ware sculpture p. 29 Richie McDoweI _color p. 1 Scott Penoncello atoneW8re sculpture p.14 Jessica Peterman charCOllI p." Andy Sco. computer design p.33 Sheila Waldrip stoneware sculpture p. 29 Joame Wallington ponondlnk p. 43 SUzanne Watkins ponond Ink p. 26 [)tanne Whee., 011 painting p. 8 Anne Bessac 0/1 paIntIng Who's Who In PerceptIons p. 62 Untitled A desperate look of need in your eyes strikes me Out of the darkness of the night you seek me POETRY ~ Hold me, ~ you plead We embrace each other in an endless aura of warmth ~ It's all right, ~ I say, feeling the shiver of your frail body on mine The Peaceful Masochist "Please hold me," you ask Here stand I, We gently caress each other, Engulfed in a fiery sea of passion the peaceful masochist. My hands exploring the slender curves of your body Hell-tranced emotion My tips tasting the sweetness of your smooth skin spreads through my soul. "Love me ," you whisper Catch the message tarrying on recognition: Silence now . Look,see yourself Motionless ... you lie in my arms as my mind imagines. My heart pounds, my breath returns as I whisper in your ear My imagination projects "Love me?" one million people reacting the same way I would react Silence . .. the coldness returns ... when I hurt someone, I am realty pinching my own heart. WalyBeck Expectations monopolize liberty, they immobolize the freedom to Kbe ,K If I could be anything other than a peaceful masochist I would be a circle because circles never change and always know the beginning and the end. Does it surprise? Love is the highest form of masochism, Dandelion Dreams Love is given, Encouragement and once given, what then? Dandelion dreams Love is self·inflicted danger Describes my world Limitations happen without effort if you do it right. Made up of puffs 01 my imaginings ReselVations flood my passionless lungs if you follow the rules, Often blown away as two do battle for my soul. give, but don't expect anything. Fragile things Please. These dreams The one loud, insistent, proud Here stand I, So quickly gone laughing out "You foolish childl with thriving masochistic heart in hand. There is no purpose that makes life wo rthwhile." Offering to whosoever is willing A dandelion dream to taste salt That is my love for you The other quiet, genUe, meek to touch scars, Built up and up says "Come my dear, Why do you fear? and every so olten alleviate the chest bruise left behind. Along came the wind Before your birth was the path made clear." All is blown away Sheia casper KaU'eme S. aNd How sad it seems Can't help but want to hotd My dying Dandelion dreams Connie Baechler 6 7 T Daughter Arms aching to hold her eyes fixed on her face I gaze through glass In wonder beholding a part of myself one step away. A smile on her young face lunch pail clutched tight my expectant child confidently walks into the classroom one step away. Radiant Beautiful Remembering she walks down the aisle There she sits in her rocking chair all satin and lace And quietly combs and braids her hair. our happy tears blur each other's face Her face though wrinkled holds a glow one step away. For in her mind H's long ago . She holds close her newborn There's bacon frying in the pan love glows in her eyes And she's made biscuits for her hungry man the circle is complete A grandchild in the kitchen doorway appears I relive my first oom joy 01 my heart She reaches out and draws her near. one slep away. -Breakfast is almost ready,- says she Joanne Martin "Will you run out and tell Grandpa for me?­ Then the three at the table take their place And bow their heads while Grandma says grace. Elsie Nelson Angelina Gunterina I think I miss you, Angelina Gunterina I miss what you were And the aura of sophistication you carried Like a taste of some sweeter day Sitting here with my thoughts all astray I miss the part of me that was you With all the right friends Amid a myriad of lovers Always interesting, forever bubbly I am you, in some small part And I try to take sophistication to heart For as I watched you enveloped in a glamour world As it dragged you down I remember thinking how unsound The world leaves us I think r miss you, Angelina Gunterina Dianne Wheeler 011 painting Indeed I do. Cornie Baechler 9 Enough As I Grow Older Because 01 Loss tt was merely another battle Rain Song When I was younger Because of loss in an endless universal war, I was afraid of ghosts. Roses grow In the garden fought throughout the world, As I got older Pounding, continuously pounding, on my rooftop, Not a war started by the young, I grew afraid of people. The rain sings to me. But strangled thorns of time lead by the young, Darkness fil ls my room. Forgot fought for the young. When I was younger The only visible light comes from the street light which Envy imprisons the bitter a war for growth, I was afraid of being confined. vaguely peeks through my window. Soul for principles, As I got older Pounding, continuousty pounding, the rain sings to me. Of those whose Garden's stench doth for freedom. I grew afraid of running ;r.Nay. My room is quiet. Toll a never ending war, All that is heard are the thoughts that run through my mind. Love is entangled, shredded, without a winner, When I was younger The rain eases my mind and helps me to think. Torn where no blood is seen. I was afraid of starting high school. Tomorrow is another day. Never emotions dear are Yet hearts can be broken, When I got olcler Pounding, continuously pounding, Bom tears can be shed, I grew afraid of graduation. The night is slowly fading and I sleep.
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