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Hill Hall Is a Gothic novel just
waiting to be written. The shelves
of the music library are in a dim
and dank labyrinthine cavern, and
the main section of the building
is officially classified as a fire
hazard. Demons dwell in the prac
tice rooms of the dungeon, a place
of great heat and unorganized
sound. After an aborted attempt
to experience music instrumen
tally, I emerge Into the outside
world, where spring is.
My Walkman is turning a tape
by the Smiths, but the sunlight
makes their-brilliantly morbid
whinings laughable, instead, I pop
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Elizabeth Ellen
Random Thought
in Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" and hear
an 18th-century spring. As great
as it is to hear, though, with spring
as with classical music, it is better
to be inside the experience.
Blooming trees and the faint
aroma of old charcoal distract me
for a few moments, walking away ;
from Franklin Street, I neverthe
less find my mind bar-hopping. He's
Not Here, he never is here, and
what will we do if he happens to
show up?
You've got to hate those bricks
that stand about half a millimeter
above all the others on the path
ways. They are just high enough
to trip me up, and one of them
does. Fortunately, everyone else is
too busy daydreaming to notice
my lack of grace.
Speaking of grace, why is there
so little dance on this campus?
Surely not everyone trips over
renegade bricks. The town is so
into the arts and so into trained
bodies, at least when they leap and
turn on basketball courts, that the
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neglect seems strange. Dance is
the most primitive and natural of
the arts, a direct means of expres
sion using the body as a medium.
Sex should be like that.
I understand that this is both
National Orgasm week and Creek
Week. There really is no connection
between the two, but on principle,
111 probably be rebellious and not
observe either event.
Spring sun brings out the adven
turer in many people, and I feel
I'm on a quest for the perfect
sunny spot. In my search, I try to
be thorough but not Thoreau,
who gained insight watching the
Artist
ngtime
ants march through the woods.
Yet I can partly understand his
reasoning; I escape to my own
waldens.
But just now, I'm in the Pit with
some late afternoon skateboard
ers and a radical squirrel. My
yogurt is getting warm, and
Vivaldi is coming to the end of the
Winter Concerto. After winter
comes spring, according to con
ventional wisdom, but true wis
dom is rarely conventional, great
minds don't think alike, and my
batteries are turning the tape
more and more slowly.
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JOS C03S UAIUJAG
Dear Joe Bob,
Next to making requests for.
obscene songs to the female DJ
at the local college radio station,
I enjoy reading the secretly pur
loined columns of Joe Bob At the-Drive-In
on my couch, eating pizza
bagels.
Typical middle-class-rich-punk-head
you say, well say it again it
hurts so good.
The Starlite Dl, our local sleaze
ateria, lies in a state of utter
despair, beyond repair and desper
ately in need of a bulldozer, well :
Joe Bob, nothing lasts, not even
people! that's written on Ford
Pinto warranties, and I'm due for
another prolixin shot at the local
Mental Hell clinic.
Guy B. Morey, Chico, Calif.
Dear Guy,
Write back when you're juiced
up cause I wanna tell you exactly
when vaudeville is coming back.
Dear Joe Bob-.
isnt sleaze in a helluva state
today? Take, for instance, "Flowers
in the Attic." There was supposed
to be incest and full frontal you-know-what,
and what was there?
Brother scrubbing sister's back in
the tub, and that's it. I've seen
more at the beach.
Best regards, Irv Ray Hal, Denver
Dear Irv Ray:
Those gosh-darn Hollywood
people never HAVE been able to
get kinky enough for people that
live in Colorado.
I agree. Start dangling full fron
tal you-know-whats like every
body in Aspen has been doin' for
YEARS.
A lot of the buildings in Winston
Salem, as In other cities, are so
poorly constructed that it seems
things rather than people belong
in them, she said.
"It saddens me that buildings are
just put up," she said. "Builders
don't take into consideration
what's around the building."
That is why beauty and ugliness
cannot be separated in a city, she
said, "(in the city) you might have
a beautiful building, and then right
beside that you might have a
crummy building."
Despite the contrast, Suther
land said that as a painter she
notices that light shines on both
the ugly and the beautiful, inten
sifying the contrast.
However, she has no particular
definition of what she considers
beautiful or ugly.
"I guess it's like the old cliche,
'beauty is in the eye of the
beholder.' That's why I paint, to
find out what is beautiful and
ugly."
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