Student work from the third cycle of UnderAcademy.
TOO MANY COOKS
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Number of Things in the World
Sylvia Liu / Crisis
This Land, this demon
Jed Bickman / Crisis
The people of this land. He had read that their beliefs far preceded the young prophet’s young religion. For they were the people of the open sky, the open land; for they sought to lie their bodies bare to the outside, which is survival; their lives were nothing preciously given to them, their lives were something that happened to: life. Survival happened to their bodies, and through it all, they sang of their deaths. This long, they had sung that same tired song, and sang it loud enough to lie open the mountans to it, long enough that it was buried in the land, where it was crushed by the mountains and broke down and became the oil that gave its power to a new people, a young hungry pale people who heard that distillation of that song through that oil and obeyed it, and built its cities around it, and made that demon flesh once again. [more]
With, Without Thou
Sonny Rae Tempest / Famicommunist Poetics
(Karamazov Brothers by Dostoyevsky)
NOEMATA / GLITCH, STITCH, & the melancholy of representation
City of Green, OH
Sonny Rae Tempest / GLITCH, STITCH, & the melancholy of representation
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Talan Memmott / GLITCH, STITCH, & the melancholy of representation
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HOw to bUild a HeArt
Kelly Lydick / Shop
How to Build a Heart:
Opening the tool case is the first feat.
Old, rickety, plastic with wood handle, the scuffed outer shell is like a treasure tome that has been unearthed after hundreds of years. What does it hold? Will it still have value?
Creaking hinges are a sign of lack of use. No matter. What is contained inside can provide the keys to constructing and deconstructing a variety of materials, wishes, robots and autobots, televisions and pre-recorded videos, marathons and endless stories, among others.
Consciousness not included.
Tools remain greasy until wiped clean. A jack is a must; hydraulics optional, likely more helpful. Like a child, moving the hydraulics up-and-down, up-and-down, is amusing, passes the time, reminds everyone of simplicity.
Grease is black as night, but leaves nothing to ponder, wonder, scrutinize. It absorbs.
Sylvia Liu / Shop
Add fire (in the belly, eat or be eaten, ever forward – or maybe backward in my case) and water (around me, in me, part of me in the same proportion as the world surrounding me) to make steam. Steam ahead (or behind). Steam on, Teuthida, order of Cephalopoda, class of Mollusca, phylum of Animalia. Engine of need. Engine of steam.
Jay Snodgrass / Shop
When the television goes to commercial
my daughter sets off a wailing
as though what pressure is involved
in keeping her sane is suddenly
hit a critical level. My face goes red
like a cartoon, the containment valve
inside my noggin tipping down
to red ticks, wobbling some final seconds
of warning, my eyelid twitches
as a fog screens what concentration
I had, blurring out the titles of books,
the reflection on the windows, the trees
outside into one interminable haze,
until I am locomotived, a chug of wheels
lurching me toward a new America,
I take one step, exhale, then another,
to the wall where I yank the plug
and collect the tv in my arms
cradled silently, imploring. I
bustle it out to the shed where it
malingers still, rotting among
the buffalo carcasses of a happy homelife.