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CHAVEZ The Literary Arts Magazine of Seton Hall University Volume XII Issue I Fall 2010 Chavez Fall 2010 Nathalie Almonte A Note From the Editors It is with great excitement that we present to you the creative endeavors of the Seton Hall University community as compiled in the Fall 2010 edition of Chavez. As Seton Hall's students continue to experience literary growth, our own magazine contin‐ ues to grow. We are impressed by all the submissions that we receive and we are thrilled to give students the opportunity to see their work in print. We thank our committed staff for their aid in the editing process, as well as the Student Government Association for its continued support. We hope that you enjoy this presentation of the poetry, prose, art, and photography of the students and faculty of Seton Hall University. Sincerely, Gesina Phillips and Brittany Biesiada Editors in Chief Assistant Editors: Jennifer Borland, Samantha Khoury, and Kathleen Pagliaro Faculty Advisor: Dr. Angela Weisl, English Department Cover Art by Victoria Tolan 2 Table of Contents "September" By Christin Kielar page 4 "Between Two Trees " By Matthew DiCarlo page 5 "Distracted" By Amanda Anne Martin page 6 "I" By Christopher Darby page 6 "Brave Man" By R. Schaffner page 7 "Brave Woman" By R. Schaffner page 7 "Gold Coyote" By Gesina A. Phillips page 7 "But Glitter Fades" By Rudy Palma page 8 "The Disease of Doubt" By Caitlin Timmerman page 8 "Untitled" By Samantha Khoury page 9 "Instructions" By Caitlin Timmerman page 9 "Superstitions" By Caitlin Timmerman page 9 "Summer Stargazer" By Winston Willis page 9 "Speak" By Gesina A. Phillips page 10 "Of Running and Life" By Heidi Erbsen page 11 "In Memory of Our Southern Angel {J.A.M.}" By Evelina René page 12 "Fallen Angel" By Gesina A. Phillips page 13 "Scars" By Anonymous page 14‐15 "Mouth" By Dana Amato page 15 "A Dakota" By Rudy Palma page 16 "Winter Mirror" By Robert Lombari page 16 "Formations" By Christin Kielar page 17 "Yesterday" By Winston Willis page 17 "Jack Yeats is My Neighbor" By Meghan Dixon page 18 "Nail Polish Remover" By Deeps Gera page 19 "Sleeping Like a Baby" By Rudy Palma page 19 "La luz de La Madrugada" By Nathalie Almonte page 20 "The Light of the Early Dawn (translation)" By Nathalie Almonte page 21 "Untitled" By Ian Duncan page 22 "My Motocross Racer" By Gabrielle Magliano page 22 "Heart Attack in Vegas" By Rudy Palma page 22 "An Analysis of the Deepest Human Emotions" By Ian Duncan p age 23 "Midwest Modern" By Meghan Dixon page 24 "Pig Skins" Meghan Dixon page 25 "Clouds" By Rudy Palma page 25 "High School Dreaming" By Jesse Igbokwe page 26‐27 "Peaceful Invasion: Love" By R. Schaffner page 28 "Advantages" By Rebecca J. Thompson page 29‐31 "Her Heart" By Brittany Biesiada page 32‐34 3 September Christin Kielar Beneath the dogwood— the cedar swing, a sparrow, sway in the wind. The bird bath— rings of water ripple, trickle over the rim. * A baseball hits the grass— a fallen pear beneath a nearby fruit tree. A squirrel clutches an acorn, wide‐eyed toward the sleeping Labrador. "Bella Bella" Marie Pietropaolo * A Maple tree, branches overhanging the curb, pales from emerald to yellow. A pair of leaves slide down the wind‐ shield of a parked car. Nathalie Almonte 4 Between Two Trees Matthew DiCarlo Sitting in a hammock, facing the sky We are just footprints in the sand Looking at the trees and watching birds fly Barely an impression to the world at Wondering what I'm doing here. hand. But it doesn't really help to ask why. Where years of toil yield a half‐inch of soil Fire in the day and fire at night In this unforgiving land. Getting drunk while the vervet monkeys fight. And since the sand will wash away We sit telling stories of old girlfriends There's still an awful lot to say. And how we were always right. Another instant, the world moves on Into another day. Bundled in our sweats, chilled by the cold On these African nights with their icy hold. And as I rest between these trees Content and warm, I can't help but shiver Thinking of her, and home, and the From memories of old. seas, Sputtering, gasping, the fire goes out Breathing deeply beneath the sea So now we all will freeze. Moving around with the greatest of ease Behold this amazing unnatural world As natural as can be. She laughs a sweet laugh as I turn around Calling her name, I follow the sound. And as my eyes land on the fire She's nowhere to be found. Follow the elephants and the noise they make As they thunder across the land we take And when you gaze into their eyes Your soul will snap awake. Matthew DiCarlo 5 Distracted Amanda Anne Martin When you have broken, You have shattered everything real and important. You seek a darkness to relinquish pain. When the darkness provides pain relentlessly, you find yourself picking up the pieces. I Pieces of those who you've shattered, Christopher Darby the broken bits of honesty, trust, reality. I Love, a broken love. A damaged shelter. am an Idea. Bits and pieces of light that scream for recognition, Cast in a mold unseen before, I that beat you with a humbling so severe. was poured into existence. Forged in the fires of adversity, I The darkness seems so sad. was hammered smooth. You wish you could share Quenched in the water of wis‐ dom, I Your cracked, opalescent, crystal piece of love with became sharper. it. Tempered by the fires of my predecessors, I Maybe that darkness could change. became stronger. The piece of light screams again. I defend. I attack. I never cease. And your foolish desires slap you until you bleed. I am Man's eternal will. You are bitterly reminded... Am I a sword? Am I a shield? This world has created me, but this world fears me. Why? I am an Idea. And Ideas are bulletproof. Samantha Thomas 6 Brave Man R. Schaffner To make a living he left his home, To fight for the red, white, and blue not because he wanted to, but because he had to. College was not an option and the scholarship not enough so, he worked, every day and every night, to clean the baths and even strange sinks (he loved his child, the others too, but didn't know so much what to do) Still, here he is, after war and all, The bravest man of all! Brave Woman Samantha Thomas R. Schaffner Gold Coyote She left her country to find a new Gesina A. Phillips life, She only brought one child. Sun like a gold medallion in the sky. She didn't want to leave anyone Hot rays beam down— behind... a shimmer in the air, She was struck by lightning on a slickness on the skin. her way there, I sit on the dead‐grass lawn, And thunder too upon her arrival my skin covered in bits of dried clover. The storm had only begun... Nearby, a field of wheat shifts But she was brave and very in the breeze. Glinting dust strong, dims and settles into the withered grass, Where there was a kick she would precious metal amidst dried husks. punch, This whole place could go up in flames, No one, or no‐ thing would keep a tinderbox of gold and chaff. her! Instead, she made a home, made Coyotes in the woods are getting hungry. something new The rabbits have all retreated And there were endless possibili‐ into their dark, damp burrows. ties too... Coyote is getting hungry. Very independent, very strong mind I lean back, grass crunching beneath me. She's the bravest of all kind! Behind my light‐stained eyelids Coyote is singing of fire, of burning fields. 7 But Glitter Fades The Disease of Doubt Rudy Palma Caitlin Timmerman Like the smoke and mirrors and shards of glass Why does the past define us? For a few moments you burst forth ablaze. Why not our actions now? But oh, such moments, how they come to pass, Why must things creep out Thieving the images of glory days. of the Pandora's box The light in most eyes appears natural, in each of our hearst? Yet yours exude an icy fluorescence. Things, emotions, kept locked up so All is façade, is merely factual, tight Only incidental luminescence. but only a sliver of doubt Your circus may commandeer cavalcades, clicks the lock open. Their loyalty fierce with fervor today, A sliver of doubt whispered But their memory, like your glitter, fades – by the seductive lips That which is weightless simply drifts away. that are beyond this plain of exis‐ Only the authentic are here to stay. tance, Today's kindling is yesterday's treasure It lets out a leak of emotions, And the cycle turns measure for measure. of problems, of issues long thought dead. It starts to eat away at the solid foundation built at the present. The past eats the present, infects it, rots it. So much so that even Time and Relative Dimensions in Space C cannot fix the crack in reality left behind Victoria Tolan 8 Maria Lentini Untitled Samantha Khoury Summer Stargazer Winston Willis Sunrise lavender sea foam green Certain graces are shrouded subtle shades grow brighter blue In mysterious rhythms of the wind, orange yellow white You hear them, you smile and drink them in – Instructions It was just a passing thought, Caitlin Timmerman A canker in the bard's belly, Retched in the fury of the lie It's an odd feeling, So many times repeated it turned true – having to understand me. A dark halo for our tribe of gypsies. There's no manual It is only a story, she said, Superstitions Motioning with her hands Caitlin Timmerman In gestures old as time And the magic of the witch's touch Being told that you Conveyed the truth – are the mirror of others cracks a foundation That certain look from a minstrel, Staring out into a crowd of scoundrels, Seven years bad luck When you listen, knowing does not begin to describe She sings the song simply for you. the work to fix it 9 Speak Gesina A. Phillips Words have failed so you just stop speaking. Life becomes silence, crystallized inertia, an ellipsis interrupted. You stop to consider the nature of words. Words hurled into the void. Words of prayer, sacred words, secret words, words of faith and devotion. Friendly words, harsh words, words that cut like the sharp edges of buried seashells. Words of warning. Everyday words, anachronistic words, words of law and contracts. Spoken words, words in print, the uncertain formless words of the mind. Screamed and unintelligible words, hardly words at all. Unnecessary words, words left unsaid. Words extemporaneous and outpouring, or carefully chosen and delivered, a willful and calculated self‐revelation. Words that escape unbidden like birds from a cage; Words interior and unspoken that flutter and peck at the internal ribcage architecture, seeking an escape. Why the release, why the retention? Go forth, then, in disturbance of sensory repose. Thoughts become words, words become sound, sound gives way again to silence. Dr. Angela Weisl 10 Of Running and Life Desires to quit disappear, Heidi Erbsen My legs quicken pace. They are dead, yet I am not, I force myself to go, I am able to run this race. To put on my shoes, I do not like running, And even though I've miles to go, It's not the fun I would choose. I'm glad that I'm not done, Because I'm alive, I walk to my path; And as long as I am, Stop with a sigh, I will continue to Run. Stare down the road, Testing my drive. Tensing muscular legs, Just to make sure they're there, My walk evaporates to a run, Before my mind can think clear. Power of my body, Trying my mind, Still winds in my face, Heavy breathing in time. I run past the houses, Through the street; in the rain, Faster and harder, Testing the pain. I want to quit, Stop and breath for a change, My legs carry me on, Through a cemetery within range. My eyes see the headstones. So many, yet few. Those baring familiar names Urge me on through. The whispers I hear, Encourage me on, The wind behind my back, "Shelltered" Won't let me stay long. Michcella Tiscornia 11 Melissa Cotreau In Memory of Our Southern Angel {J.A.M.} Evelina René Tears hide behind these eyes, Because you're gone and we don't know when we'll see you again. Can't say that you left us because you were taken away, Another cruel act by selfish men. No matter what happens to him it won't bring you back, But the sight of justice is comforting To your family, friends, and all affected. Throughout this healing process there'll be many dark days, But one day the light will return…because there's always sunshine in Tennessee We look at the life of a daughter, a sister, a friend, a classmate And we see the amazing impact that she had. Ultimately she brought people together, made us become a united family. With her bright smile, bubbly personality, angelic voice, contagious laughter and unforgettable dancing Her memory will live on through all the lives that she touched. As a Southern sweetheart, she is now our Southern angel. She is a hero whose dreams and goals will be realized by all those she left behind. As our guardian angel, we live life for Jess! One day the tears will go away, the sad faces…we will be able to laugh and smile again Like we do every once in a while as a fond memory goes through our mind. We will be restored as we remember that you ARE in a better place, A place where there is no suffering or pain or hurt, only love and goodness... This is the place where we all hope to be one day. But until then you'll be smiling down on us And when the sun shines we can think of u Tennessee Because you Jess showed us 'Moore Love' Forever in our minds and hearts…we love you…may your soul rest in peace 12 Fallen Angel Gesina A. Phillips Suppose there comes a day when an angel actually does fall to earth. He crash lands in a field in the middle of nowhere, Iowa, his snowy white wings crushed on impact. They have to come off, of course. The doctor steadies his hand against the shoulder joint before severing wings from a form otherwise human. Suppose the angel awakens in a brightly‐lit and blindingly white hospital room— the closest thing to his natural habitat. The angel's vocalizations are haunting, bell‐like notes and a sorrowful keening. When the bandages are finally removed, the angel's back is a smooth plane. Suppose the doctors hand the angel over to the psych ward. He is a danger to himself— he seems not to realize that his wings are gone. He stares at illustrations of birds and air‐ planes. The orderlies are under strict instructions to keep him away from heights and ledges, just in case. No one knows how long angels live. He sleeps on his stomach, spends his days sitting by the front window. On cloudy days, he flexes his shoulderblades over and over. Melissa Cotreau 13 Scars Anonymous I have been beaten with words Lied to and betrayed Taken down so low I have fallen My morals beginning to fade I have loved too deep to express And been left broken to pieces Often in despair and heartache Letting it always go untreated But I have also seen beauty And a child laugh in their innocence The most breathtaking sunrises and sunsets All while learning the virtue of patience Some marks can be seen to the eye Some invisible to everyone but yourself Regardless of where they are hidden It is beautiful when they can be seen by someone else It is a rare occurrence to see theirs as well For looking inside can take courage But it is worth its weight in gold When you find them they need to be cherished His are so buried And located concealed in his soul You would think due to his impression That they could have never taken a toll But in all honesty, it makes one more beautiful When they show where they have been hurt It is on his arm, neck, and his leg Yet the ones in his heart are much worse Continued... "Just Keep Walking" Michcella Tiscornia 14 Then you find it all comes clear Mouth When you realize just one thing Dana Amato They too have loved too deep And have fears not worth having rose‐red womb deception's own mother The greatest gift I have learned pink petal doors open Is never be satisfied with what you see revealing ivory Always take another look and writhing red (the brush!) For love is what it can turn out to be of a painter's pallet solely in shadow hues wet loom, spider‐inspired spinning tangles invisibly both cradle and coffin to its children of infinity (and how can it be stopped?) in silent meetings the echoless caverns produce truth in twain an expression of interpersonal purity double‐pursed the four leaf clover, luck‐forsaken hiding behind the sounds when such two are one (if for a moment) the origin of evil times two becomes an unspoken contract stamp‐sealed rinse repeat Rebecca Thompson 15 Winter Mirror Robert Lombari A Dakota Out on the snow hillocks Rudy Palma Dusted with moon, a copse of maple punctuated by a bent willow, all Boots dampened in the snow, glimmering The sun's departing glow, through the window. Streetlamps A vile sandwich from a vending machine burn And a dangling pay phone complimenting the With pique, like great torches cor‐ scene doning Set the stage for Picasso circa 1902, off a labyrinth or cave. And I reflect A circumstance bleak and chilled, cyanotic on the bent willow. How it genu‐ blue. flects Such is the background envisioned for you with its serpentine limbs, Though the fine points I surely misconstrue. shushing like a Gorgon's crown. I see icicles, I see a Dakota, Parents a barren plane in Minnesota. A boney wind brushes Medusa's But perhaps, of course. Perhaps, perhaps. hair For locating you they sell no maps. along the unmarred snow, penning ideograms that sway and cross like tides. That frozen trunk wrenched perma‐ nently to one side, as if by some titanic fist. The cold world out there, fixed in stone, with quiet, somber flakes trying in vain to move. I feel my hands clenched in the "Encased" Rebecca Thompson 16 Formations Matthew DiCarlo Christin Kielar Whistle. Marking, and timing, and marching. Faster. Remember, eyes above the horizon. And tuck your elbows tight against your ribs. Again! Do you hear the music? Listen. Yesterday The yard lines are crisp with white spray‐paint and Winston Willis acorns, which catch the rubber treads of my sneakers. Creeping footfalls slowly fading I fall out of step; and the bystander squirrel watches, In a dark tunnel, crouching, and eyeing, and hunting. Slower. Whistle. The hallway to a hall of mirrors In an ancient castle, Mark time. Then march. The drum major's mimery Candles flickering slows the cadence of our heels. Then the whistle, As an icy wind ripples through Formations: the circles, the lines, the grid and lattice, Cold stone walls and then you sway. The wings, the Firebird. And you tremble, Struggling to remember The Maple leaves float, adrift the wings of the Fire‐ The silver glow of her hair, bird, The reverberations of her laugh‐ between our strides. The oranges and yellows ter, embellish the clippings of grass, which glisten with Even the promise you once dew, made and the flags of the guard, they signal the season. Never to forget. 17 Jack Yeats is my neighbour Meghan Dixon I got here just 50 odd years too late To stand on your stoop with a cup of milk And a backpack full of finger paint. You probably wouldn't answer the door, My frizzy hair and bookish looks pegging me As a W.B. groupie, late nights at the Abbey stage Door with a Sharpie gripped earnestly. Though I've never been much for rabble‐rousers. I've never been much outside my own backyard. If you did open the door you'd be disappointed I wasn't a prized pony, a blue‐faced man, A pompous priest. Instead, just an oatmeal complexioned Midwesterner. I'd bring homemade guacamole, trying to win you over With the magic of Tex Mex and cowboy and Indian romance, Watercolour narratives of the natives. I'd get a game of charades going, Unwrapping each paper with Christmas morning Anticipation to find you've written Beckett or "Nobody" on every last one. "Papa preached That you were a great poet, Jackie" I whisper in your ear, hoping to coax Out a verse I can call my very own. But, you don't open the door. I sit on your stoop, legs too long to wrap My arms around, and press my back into Your maroon door. You can paint me Jack, I'll sit pretty. My mind turns argyle, I sleep vigorously. 18 Nail Polish Remover Deeps Gera Scorched red eyes. Unkempt hair. I remember nothing from last night, except for you. Save yourself. Morphine hallway. I feel nothing and it's perfect. Wait, I feel something. Blind faith and trust; not my style. This will just hurt us both. I'm not stable and self‐medicating barely works. I'll forgive myself later. Letting go of the first real emotion I've felt since how many bottles ago? Maybe I should go for it, go for her, and go for sanity. This game is old now. I don't want to play. I just don't care to feel. Complacency as a byproduct of apathy. I made this mess, I let it simmer, I gave it life. I'll end it. "I just need to wake up and find myself." My black tar lungs spew to her feet. Take another drag of my lies. They always buy it. I seem like I meant what I said. I'll confess later to Jim and Jack. Lingering remorse, yeah, but that's my life. I'll stitch up the wound. A PhD in throwing myself away. Sleeping Like a Baby Rudy Palma Everything has led up to this. The ache in my bones begins to subside As day to day woes drift out in the tide. Crickets chirp back and forth in the grass Causing lingering concerns to pass. Fog crawls in like a fox among bulrushes Rocking me slowly with the gentlest brushes. Voices of the past collide and fade Arranging such a sweet serenade. Seagulls reminisce and children laugh. A man cracks a coconut in half. Everything has led up to this. "Danny" Ashley Duvall 19 "Apple Picking" Marie Pietropaolo La luz de La Madrugada Nathalie Almonte Me encuentro despierta a las cinco de la mañana Reclinada a la vera de mi ventana; Mirando adentro del alma de la noche con mucha seriedad, Y mis ojos de repente llegan a un punto que comienzan a lagrimar‐ doy culpa a la luz de la calle y las estrellas del cielo que brillan con demasiado iluminación y santidad. Mis pensamientos profundos posiblemente han conmoviendo mis emociones también; ¡mi paciencia y razón se han perdido contra mi consciencia tan frágil que se ha conmo‐ vido sin fin!‐ Como me llega reflexión a extraño hora‐ un tiempo cuando todas las casas están calla‐ das y personas acomodadas, haciendo nada menos que dormir. Mi familia ni está en el comedor como antes con risa, alto volumen, y alcohol‐ ya se acostaron hace tiempo mucho antes que yo. Toda vía se puede oler el vino y el ron y se puede oír los brindes a alegría, a la paz, a sa‐ lud‐ Todos gozando el poco tiempo que tenemos aquí en este mundo tan irónico. Y así es, Este mundo relleno de una humanidad bien irracional y cruel. Mucha gente viviendo con las ganas de ignorancia, odio, buscando a vivir sus vidas in‐ fieles‐ Quieren memorias vacías, ideas hedonísticas, y encargarse de acciones engreídos, Nuestra sociedad tiene una nueva historia de amor y es con dinero, lujuria, y materialis‐ mo. ¿Adónde esta el calor de compasión, la gente humanitario, y la calentura de amor pura que nos hace falta con urgencia? Esto pregunto yo con un mente desesperado para solución, pero nadie me da repuesta‐ Solamente soy yo, la madrugada, y sus luminosas estrellas encogidas en inmensa confu‐ sión y mi sensible tristeza. 20 The Light of the Early Dawn (translation) Nathalie Almonte I find myself awake at five in the morning, Reclined beside my window; Looking into the soul of the night with much intensity, And my eyes all of a sudden reach the brink of tearing‐ I blame the light of the street and stars of the night that shine with too much illumination and purity. My profound thoughts may have stirred my emotions as well; my patience and reason have become lost against my fragile conscience, which has been stirred without end! How strange an hour reflection has arrived to me‐ a time when all houses are in silence and all persons comforted, doing nothing else but sleep. My family is not even in the living room as they were before with laughter, high vol‐ ume, and alcohol‐ they already went to sleep much earlier than I. I can still smell the wine and rum and hear their toasts to happiness, to peace, to health ‐ All enjoying the little time we have here in this very ironic world. And that's the way it is, A world filled with a humanity very irrational and cruel, Many people living with ignorant, hateful intentions, looking to live unfaithful lives‐ They want empty memories, hedonistic ideas, and take it upon themselves to partake in actions of greed, Our society has a new love story and it's with money, luxury and lust, and materialism. Where is the warmth of our compassion, the humanitarian people, and the affection of pure love that is urgently lacking on our behalf? This I ask with a mind, desperate for a solution, but no one gives me an answer‐ It's only me, the early dawn, and her luminous stars trapped in my immense confusion and true sadness. "Out There" Melissa Cotreau 21 Untitled Ian Duncan In the richness of a few chords on a grand piano Or the tension between string and bow of a violin The worries and pains of this human life evaporate And the full depth of human brilliance is understood The suffering, loneliness, and disappointments Of our imperfect condition and fallen world Is made tolerable because at least one beautiful, My Motocross Racer Pure thing occupies the same space as the darkness Gabrielle Magliano The accomplishments and brilliance of the human mind "Just a bind date," And its capacity to create something transcendent Small talk and polite And immortal, despite our own numbered days gestures. And suffering hearts "So, do you like moto‐ cross?" I smiled politely as we walked, Watching, your arm snake around me; "Your arms feel so safe." Heart Attack in Vegas Rudy Palma You laughed and pushed harder on the gas, The bike curved around the muddy hill; and Ruby red and terribly indigo, You asked "So, do you still like motocross?" Unmuteable and ever‐ unrelenting, The nurse pointed to your room, The sights and sounds recklessly I held your hand for hours, unmoving until overflow I saw you blink. "Your arms feel so safe." Between buildings and billboards I laughed and said "So, do you still like motocross?" unrepenting. The scintillation is why you came. You savor bodies and guzzle cocktails. Like a fated moth drawn to the flame You fulfill all of what the scene entails. At first ignoring the pains in your chest You ask the dealer for change of a fifty. It isn't long before you feel distressed – You forgot to count, and his eyes are shifty. Stumbling outside you crumble down, a sharp pain quaking through, In this world you were meant to drown, neon lights breaking you. 22 If you could see the bloodshot haze of my eyes An Analysis of the Deepest Human Or the blurring glaze with which I stare Emotions: Or you could feel the thick, heavy Ian Duncan Humidity of my insecurities Clinging to my skin Would you think less of me? What if I finally told you I felt it did That each time my thoughts turned to you, As they always did and still do, I felt that I was inferior to you Could you ever understand the shame I feel Yet the insatiable appetite that led to this hungry condition And the inability to escape its grasp That is, my addiction So perhaps one evening I reveled to you the secret That who I am, is different than how I appeared That my entire existence in your mind, Was a cleverly presented lie I had acted out With you and everyone else my captive audience My dear, you must understand that I was once brilliant With the mind of one who questioned; And with the fingers of a violinist who created Rather than destroyed Who once breathed l life into abstract ideas And understood what it was to love And to have the heart of a man Who could fully love a woman Eventually the answers will no longer matter As I feel a familiar grasp pulling me by my bare ankles downward Drowning in the depths of a thick haze And my thoughts of you and you and me and myself momentarily disappear 23 Midwest Modern Meghan Dixon At 13 I learned to skin a pig I tied it neatly with two sheets of wax paper, In 10 minutes flat. Butcher's twine, an Easter Lily through the I studied the watercolour anatomical ties. Masterpieces in the text, entrails like But, Seashore taffy on the glossed page. I missed your birthday and grew wary of the Grandpa coached me with a steady Postmistresses that licked their lips when I hand Checked the weight. And a wavering mind. I imagined dogs finding it and feasting. "The blood won't get off you." I imagined it sky‐diving into the Atlantic. His shirt a proper horror show, So, I kept it in my underwear drawer, Mine formaldehyde lacquered, And now you're telling me you don't My subjects ivory‐tower‐pristine. Believe in the word "belated." I sewed up my Frankenstein chest civil war I cracked their ribs like breaking off style: Rock candy, pinned that No pain killers and southern gothic Piggy until he was sprawled out Stitching like a great American quilt. Like a half‐unpacked suitcase. I never touched their heads, Resting a cheek on the lab table, Snout parted in death squeal. I let them keep eyelids, wary of the Reflection, like a powered‐off TV. "The blood won't get off you." Once I did seven in an hour. When I left you, or maybe You let me go (last I heard, the jury was hung) I took my scalpel in my checked bag, Nestled against the unmentionables. For your birthday I planned on putting Talents to work, and air mail you A present. One chamber, I would keep the other three. It could serve as: collateral, proxy, plaything, lover Keepsake, security blanket. "The blood won't get off you." More than that would be ludicrous In shipping costs. Grandpa never learned the word fix. 24 Pig Skins Matthew DiCarlo Meghan Dixon There's something beautiful about a butcher, Tree‐trunk forearms and tortoise shout Grimaces etched into leathered cheeks; Reaper of a potbelly nation. Don't fall for his feminine wiles, Clouds Floor‐length aprons dipping to brush Rudy Palma Blood mosaic linoleum, Showing a bit of pale ankle only You have quenched my thirst to be thirsted To lucky customers. for Not only in body but also mind – Red flourishes on the bodice, A glow I'd not experienced before – Each kill is a different couture. Yet I cannot vow to respond in kind. Stuffing scraps in pockets, Were you lost in the arctic I would search He brings home rosy bouquets Scaling mountains with my every last To a quiet lover. strength. He is always punctual. Only malicious hands in the research Could create reason to doubt such a length. Success runs from the shop's door jam All I can tell you is that this is love. in Its beginnings and endings confound me. Dark iron streams, varnishing the I seek out answers for and reasons of Streets drop by drop. And find only more questions abounding. The elixir licks tire treads, his story I wish I could make the clouds roll away Written in crimson lifelines on In order to give you a summer's day. Rush hour highways. 25 High School Dreaming Jesse Igbokwe 3 minutes. 2 minutes. 1 minute. It's amazing how the three minutes To the bell can seem like three years; The bell finally rings and, like liberation from war, I escape from the world of Spanish still only knowing How to say, Yo quiero Taco Bell; As the whirlwind of kids file into the hallway; My heart begins to race. Like the rookie sprinter Before the gunshot, my hands begin sweating; The sprinter surveys the Olympic competition of the hormone infested hallway; He (I) look(s) left, couple. He (I) look(s) Right, couple. With each step forward, My heart begins beating faster and faster, anticipating that moment. Step, Beat. Step, Beat. Step, Beat, Beat, Beat, Pow! I take in a long swig of oxygenated relaxation and calm down; I walk to your locker, I wait for you; "Where is she?" I begin to wonder, like the father of a lost child in the mall. "She should be here by now. She's done with me. I knew it! It was all a joke. She realized she was stupid and Now she's done with… " Darkness‐ "Guess who?" I feel your other side of the pillow hands on my eyelids And, realizing what has just happened, I smile and Say, "Ummm, the love of my life?" "Good answer," You say as you take your hands off of my face, Flooding my eyes with light once again. You turn me Around and before I can find the words to say, your lips Meet mine; A kiss. That four‐letter word that I've heard so much about But until now, never known what it meant… Snow in July‐No. Twenty dollar bill in my pocket‐No. Continued... 26 Hundred‐dollar bill in my pocket! Yes, that's it, I've won the lip lottery…. I feel the warm air from Your nose blowing lightly on my upper lip, and As your lips continue to dance with mine, my mind Goes blank and all I can think is, "slimy yet satisfying." "How was Spanish?" you ask me, waking me up from The Hakuna Matata trance I'm in. In a daze, I answer, "Muy terrible." Making sure to seductively roll my "rrs." You smile at my stupid comment, my heart melts; You put your hands in mine and we walk to our next Class; as we walk, you start talking about your day, but All I can think about is how good your hand feels in mine; How each one of your fingers fit perfectly into the small U‐turns of my hand; And in that moment, in that pea‐ sized Moment, I realize that I am truly happy now. We arrive at Your class as the bell starts to ring; you tell me you love me and kiss me goodbye; you start walking towards your class As I stand amazed at how something so incredibly beautiful, Could want something like me; you turn and walk into your Classroom as I turn and walk into a wall… Yeah, I'm happy now. Melissa Cotreau 27 Peaceful Invasion: Love By R. Schaffner Many people speak of love, sometimes even every day. But the kind of love I'm speaking of at this moment is not "puppy love" or "brother, sister love." It is the kind of love you find yourself taken by another person who once was a stranger to you. Some‐ one who you meet, spent time with because you like them, are attracted to them be‐ cause you find them, well cute, and eventually learn to love despite of your differences or what they have. Here, I'm speaking of the kind of love that takes you by the hour, no, every second of the day, strikes you, oh peacefully invades you. "Love is a beautiful thing, cherish it," says Oma. "You are way to young," men‐ tions Mama. Papa asks "Are you taking care of Beccy?" while Brother ensures that a real man or woman will show results in their words. Great wisdom, nice words, true enough, they have "been there, done that." But what do you do when at the most random time, most unexpected moment this feeling of joy and happiness suddenly "invades" your body without any invitation? The flesh is week! So become those who suddenly let their heart decide over their mind. "Smart was the girl until she fell in love," isn't that how the saying goes? This feeling of joy and happiness that so suddenly creeps up on you does not necessarily mean what it feels, nor does it necessarily act what it speaks. What I mean by that, is that although these great feelings may leave someone floating in heaven, the person be‐ comes invaded not only by the good, but may also lose touch with reality. It invades not only your heart in the most remarkable way but also in the most disgusting way. It first, peacefully, without any pain or sorrow makes its way into you. Then, without noticing, you, the victim, have been invaded. Invaded by Love. Your emotions take over. The chemicals in your brain don't work as they used to; instead your person becomes like another. You smile more often, always talk about your significant other, show yourself from the most positive side, until eventually you sacrifice the things you love for the one you "love." "Be careful," says Papa. "Take your time," replies Mama. "Respect yourself, oth‐ erwise who will," declares Sister. Love, it does not have to be peaceful. It does not have to be an invasion either, neither does it have to be a peaceful invasion. It can be good, but so many have lost sight of the beauty of it and the true meaning. Gradually, without their consent, their blood turns thick, their heart beats faster, their cheeks more rosy all while hiding the wet sweat spots under their arms; invasion took place. He or she entered the room, and without realizing your mind turns blank. Now all you can do, is move and act and talk, but with venom inside of you. You don't know, because it was peaceful, a peaceful inva‐ sion by love... R.S 8.05.2010 28 Advantages Rebecca J. Thompson "Could someone please give me a hand?" Alexa stamped her foot in exasperation. Almost immediately a hand dropped in front of her nose, dangling by tendons from Toby's wrist. "Haha, very funny," she said, batting it away. Toby let it swing up and then snapped his arm out so his hand reattached. "What do you need?" he asked. Why, out of all the zombies in the room did he have to be the one to offer assis‐ tance? Alexa focused on tying the black balloons to the chair. Anything to keep from looking into his freakishly lively green eyes. Or at his perfectly disheveled brown curls. Or at his muscular shoulders. How on earth did a zombie keep in such good shape? Not that she cared. "Can you please get the steaks? They're in the fridge in the garage." "Steaks?" Toby said, disdain in his voice. Alexa frowned. "You know Nita is on this vegetarian kick. No live people allowed tonight." "Fine, but you should have put that on the invitation, you know?" "I did." This time Alexa risked a glance up. He was smiling at her, way too close for comfort. "The garage," she said again. He reached out and touched her face. Alexa stumbled back. "What are you doing?" "Your cheek was falling. Sorry for trying to help." His eyes snapped with a glim‐ mer of some unreadable emotion as he turned for the door. Reaching up, she realized he was right. The skin under her eye was nearly to her chin. With a sigh she pushed it back into place. The two of them always seemed to end up at odds with each other. Shaking her head she grabbed the rolls of black and pink crepe paper. This was her best friend's deathday party and nothing was going to distract her. She snagged Hana to help her and climbed onto a chair to tape the streamers to the ceiling. Hana wasn't used to doing much, so her fingers kept falling off as she un‐ rolled the paper. After attaching the first end, Alexa moved the chair across the room and clam‐ bered back up, but as Hana followed her she walked out of her feet and fell over. "I've got it," Hana said sheepishly, waving Alexa and the other zombies away. Al‐ exa blew a strand of brown hair out of her eyes, grimacing as flesh fluttered away with it. Toby came back with the cooler. Alexa could smell the flesh even through the styrofoam and plastic wrapping. Her stomach gurgled and a few drops of acid dripped to the floor. Continued... 29 There were definitely disadvantages to being undead. Hefting the cooler onto the table with ease, Toby winked at Vera, a pretty, blonde newlydead. The girl was a shameless flirt, giggling and teasing him. Toby made a pun and Vera rolled her eyes at him. He caught them handily, juggled them and then tossed them back. Vera popped them back into her sockets and shook her head to make them settle. Toby grinned and Alexa felt like smacking him. What an immature little... "Are you ready?" Hana asked. Alexa blinked and looked down. How long had she been standing there staring at him? "Sorry," she said, taking the rolls of paper, careful to keep Hana's hands intact. As they finished decorating, Alexa noticed that everyone was pretty much stand‐ ing around the cooler of meat. Nita had better get there soon or there wouldn't be any food left. A whiff of bacon reached Alexa's nose. "Here she comes," she hissed. Toby reached out a tan (seriously, how was a zombie tan?) arm and flicked off the light just in time. "Alexa?" Nita called, opening the door. The shouts of "surprise!" combined with the sudden brightness of the room as Toby turned the lights back on made Nita jump and her arm dropped to the floor. "Happy deathday," Alexa said, hugging the plump redhead and pushing her arm back into place. "Ohmygoodness! You scared me halfwaybacktolife!" Nita squeezed Alexa in re‐ turn. Alexa had to laugh at Nita's trademark rapid‐fire exclamations. They'd been re‐ animated within a week of each other and had been inseparable ever since. "Hey there, Toby! Ohmygoodness! That was the craziestthingever! I can't be‐ lieveyouguys did this!" Nita reached out a hand and Toby pulled her forward, his eyes sparkling. "Nothing's too good for our girl. Right, Alexa?" He lifted his eyebrows at her and Alexa scowled. Our girl? If Nita was "their girl" then that meant there was an "us." But there wasn't, was there? Alexa wished she hadn't invited him. He was just making things diffi‐ cult. But now Nita was looking at her strangely and Alexa realized she hadn't re‐ sponded. Instead, she'd stood there glowering. "Right!" she said, a little too brightly, adding a big grin. Yeah, now Nita was looking at her knowingly. Great. "I'm just going to get the food out." "Why don't you go greet the rest of your guests while I help Alexa," Toby said, pushing Nita gently toward the other zombies. Continued... 30 "I don't need help," Alexa said, marching toward the table. She moved too quickly and her ankle popped backwards. Toby caught her as she stumbled and she was so startled she grabbed his shirt. At least that's what she told herself. But she was suddenly staring right into his eyes and his mouth was right next to hers and his arms; those strangely muscular, solid arms; were wrapped around her waist. If she'd been breathing, she would have stopped. "You were saying?" he said, his lips brushing her cheek. "Need to steak table," Alexa said. Perfect. Now she was acting like a babbling love‐struck fool. Her eyes widened. "I'm in love with you," she gasped. Toby chuckled. "You're just figuring this out? I've known it for ages." "You love me." The revelations just kept coming. Alexa felt like she was being re‐ peatedly clubbed. "Duh." And then he kissed her and Alexa wondered if there weren't some advan‐ tages to being undead after all. Kelly Clark 31 Her Heart Brittany Biesiada She sat up in bed. The room was dark. She glanced over at him, sleeping. His back was turned to her, curled up in ball to the side. He seemed so far away. He didn't hold her anymore the way he used to. She put her head in her hands and allowed her dark hair to cover her face. She shook herself up and walked to the bathroom. She flicked on the light, illuminating the pale yellow room. She stared at herself in the mirror. The lines around her eyes were faint, but she looked exhausted from the bloodshot eyes. She hadn't been sleeping well for weeks. She didn't know what had caused it to start or how to make it stop. At work, she was focused and in control. She came home, made dinner, and prepared for the next day. In every aspect of her life, she was on top, work, house, money… She wondered if there would be any more good times for them. She wondered why they were still together. She used to love him. She really did. It used to be so different. When had it happened? When had it changed? She remembered when she would actually take an hour to get ready to go out with him, when not putting on a fresh shirt and lipstick was sufficient. She remembered when he would suggest places for them to go, wine tastings, weird museums, vacations. She re‐ membered when they could sit together after work and just prop their feet on the coffee table and talk for hours, and forget to make dinner, so they'd order in and argue about what to get. Now he just came home with a pizza and thrust it on the table, sometimes she would have already made something else, but she smiled and ate it anyway. She wondered how she faked it constantly, everyday. Every single day was a lie. And she felt powerless to stop it. They still went to the movie once a week for date night, a ritual she had put together when she had begun to notice the small changes, less time together at home, more dis‐ tractions…. But she had missed the big changes. She hadn't noticed when he stopped wearing that cologne she bought him every year. She hadn't noticed that he stopped telling her how pretty she was and touching her hair. She hadn't noticed when he pulled away when she wanted a kiss…or when she felt like everything was going wrong at work, she stopped calling him. She just didn't have the heart anymore. Continued... 32 She had thought about quitting, leaving. She would just stay in bed and wait until he left one morning, and then she would pack silently, throwing her clothes in one of the big black suitcases they had bought for their honeymoon. They had talked about using them when they went to Italy or France or Turkey, or even on that cruise her friend at work talked about. She brought up the cruise and he had said that work was too busy, he couldn't get away. Maybe next year. Then maybe the year after that. The year after that. She had stopped asking. But she kept staring at those suitcases in the back of the closet, and she wondered how long it would take her to pack away all those memories. She wondered how long it would take him to realize that her things were gone, that the picture of them from the wedding was missing in the hall, that her makeup bag wasn't on the bathroom sink, and that the room didn't smell of her perfume any longer. She wondered if he would simply go to sleep, not caring whether or not she ever came home. He had changed, hadn't he? Or had she? She remembered what it was like when she was alone so long ago. Late nights in her apartment when she was in her twenties…. Her friends would call and ask her to come out with them. But going out felt so meaningless. She was tired of drinking herself into an oblivion like the others, it held no appeal for her. Instead, she would sit alone in her room. Her roommate was gone and everything in the room was still. She would lie in bed with the television on mute, watching the pic‐ tures change. Her music would play faintly. The hallways were quiet for a change, no banging, no music, no people. The quiet silence soothed her and made her afraid. She was alone. She was alone in so many ways. She had gone to another place. Her heart had re‐ treated into another world that no amount of alcohol could soothe. She felt something heavier weighing on her, that going out wouldn't solve. She was alone. It terrified her to think that maybe this all was there was, late nights alone in her room. She wanted someone to lie down next to her and hold her and stay with her in the si‐ lence, against the madness outside her window. She tried so many times, so many people. There had been so many false hopes. She looked deeply in every smile, every hello… anything to have something for her to hold onto late at night while everyone was away. If only it could have sustained her forever. Continued... 33 Then he walked into her life. She remembered seeing him for the first time, so young and exuberant. She had clung to him, and made all her hopes depend upon whether or not he was happy, he was satisfied with her. Maybe that was why she resented him, or why she had begun to pull away too. She had stopped dressing up, stopping asking what he thought, stopped making sure if what she did was alright. If she thought it was, why did he need to approve her decision? She had given him control, and then she wanted it back, so she pulled far away, deep into that space she had known in that small apartment, when being alone scared her and exhilarated her. Oh, she had embraced the fear then and pushed her other desires down, and said "This is what it takes to be with someone, to never be alone." Until she grew angry. But was she still afraid? Was the fear still there? She walked out of the bathroom and into the dark room. She found her way through the darkness back to the bed. She laid back down. He was still asleep. He hadn't missed her absence. She remembered the last time he had woken up at the mere inclination of her leaving the bed. She would turn over too far and he would reach out and pull her back in. It had been when they were first married. Her eyes wandered over to the door. She considered getting up and walking out. She sat down next to him, and touched his shoulder lightly, hoping he would stir, wake and ask her why she hadn't been sleeping. He had never even noticed, not once in the past five weeks, that she got up every night and went away. What if she never came back to bed? What if she packed those suitcases now… what if she went alone to those places… Italy… Rome… maybe Paris…alone. But she just didn't have the strength. Her heart just wasn't in it anymore. 34
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WHY are neutral and grouding spearate in subs?
I know that in subpanels, the neutral and grounding bars must be separate, with the panel bonded only to the grounding conductor.
But, what is the electrical reason for this? What dangers are there if a subpanel is not wired properly?
Any equipment hooked to the sub-panel ground will have the voltage drop of the path back to the main panel on its safety ground.
The grounding conductor is intended to be as close to earth ground as possible, and this means NEVER having it carry normal operating currents.
I do not have time to type an exhaustive answer. So here is some of the answer. The neutral is a current-carrying conductor, part of the circuit. The neutral is insulated to full circuit voltage as a minimum. The Equipment Grounding Conductor (ground) does not normally carry current and is "Bonded" (connected) to the conductive housings of equipment- such as the outer surfaces of washers, dryers and refrigerators. If an energized conductor contacts the housings of such equipment, the ground provides a better path for the current back to the source than does the human body. If the neutral is broken, and the ungrounded conductor ("hot wire") remains intact on a circuit that is powering some utilization equipment, the broken end of the neutral nearer to such equipment is then energized at 120 volts, even if the equipment stops working/running. If the ground is also broken, the housings of equipment are then energized at 120 volts if the neutral and ground are interconnected at ANY point after the main service panel. My guess is that there are about 100 million electrical services in the USA. Any scenario that we can imagine is virtually assured of happening in at least some of those services.
Thank you both. I believe bus driver's sentence gave me the picture:
"If the ground is also broken, the housings of equipment are then energized at 120 volts if the neutral and ground are interconnected at ANY point after the main service panel."
I asked out of curiosity because I had this situation in my house. Soon after we bought it years ago, we had an electrician doing some other work and he noticed our sub was wired wrong and corrected it.
Would it be safe to say that a wrongly wired sub is mainly a hazard to people, or could connected equipment be damaged, too?
It's mostly a safety problem, though devices could be damaged in a fault situation (but usually there's something seriously wrong anyhow if the breaker is going to protect the device).
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In a time of publicist-controlled images and fake reality TV personalities, it's good to know there's at least one star out there who wants to use his power just to fuck with your head. At this year's Sundance, that involved premiering two different movies in one might, both of them about kinky sex, and at least one of them featuring actual, unsimulated sex
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From the very beginning, with its rhythmic montages of Jon's daily routine frenetically intercut with porn clips, Don Jon's Addiction is just as flashy and fake as the porn videos that Jon loves. That puts the entire film troublingly close to its slimy main character, pumping out the same stylized visuals even as Jon is supposedly out there learning that reality can be better
The most common of all Sundance Film Festival tropes, or at least the most exhausted, is the quirky romance between two attractive, young, mildly famous white people. It's easy to read that kind of plot description in the guide and roll your eyes, but then once in a while comes a movie like The Spectacular Now
Sundance Video Blog #2: Crystal Fairy Is The Michael Cera Doing Drugs In Chile Movie, And It's Great
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As you might expect, the point of kink (with an intentional lowercase) is to prove that people who are into BDSM are normal, functioning members of society. It also wants to clear up misconceptions that BDSM is abuse. It should be an eye-opening film-going experience.
One of the many features were keeping track of as the Sundance Film Festival gets underway is Wrong Cops, writer-director Quentin Dupieuxs story of crooked officers trying to dispose of a body. Any time a filmmaker puts out a movie about a homicidal tire (Rubber), they have earned our attentions for at least a couple more movies to see what else they have to say.
I'm completely convinced I've managed to overlook the one film anybody will be talking about 10 days from now. This is how it feels at the start of every Sundance, which remains such a unique festival because of its continued commitment to choosing movies that nobody sees coming
I've made it to Utah and I don't yet have the flu, which I count as two major victories even before the Sundance Film Festival kicks off. The first screenings don't begin until tonight, when films like Gael Garcia Bernal's Who Is Dayani Cristal? and Michael Cera's Chilean experiment Crystal Fairy hold their premieres
The 12-minute clip doesnt show you much more than you would have assumed knowing the premise. We see Denham and Vicius characters being prepared to meet Marlings prophet, and the teaser gives you an idea of Batmanglijs eerie tone. The bigger question is this: Does this unconventional approach to marketing help sell you on the film? Would you like to see more films reveal their openings, or would you prefer to go into a movie cold?
That brings us to this bit of news out of Sundance, which is unrelated to Chuck Palahniuk other than that it inspired me to flash back to a story I once heard about a kid having a bad experience in a pool. From the sound of it, V/H/S takes place in a house and what happens in the film may be horrible enough to cause people to lose consciousness.
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Fox Searchlight brings Sean Durkins Martha Marcy May Marlene to the Toronto International Film Festival next week, making it the third fest stop for this buzzed-about thriller after Sundance and Cannes (where it largely received raves). In preparation for the splashy TIFF premiere, the studio has released a longer trailer and teased a gorgeous poster for the film.
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If you're as U.S.-centric as the rest of us, and want to keep an eye on the film most likely to be the Next Big Thing coming out of the festival, the big winner at last night's ceremony was Like Crazy
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Actor's actor Oldman quietly finds his spy
NEW YORK CITY -- Gary Oldman is one of those actors whom other actors -- Daniel Radcliffe, Tom Hardy and Ralph Fiennes to name a few -- revere.
If you are looking for an explanation, you need only consider this: The actor playing the cerebral, quiescent spymaster George Smiley in the new film Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is the same actor who once played the brash, feral proto-punk Sid Vicious in the 1986 film Sid & Nancy.
Oldman plays both extremes beautifully.
The character of Smiley from John le Carré's series of espionage novels nevertheless presented an immediate challenge to Oldman in that he would be playing a character once personified by the great Alec Guinness in two BBC miniseries adaptations of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (1979) and Smiley's People (1982).
"I am old enough to remember the series when it was first shown," Oldman says. "Obviously, Guinness made such a mark playing it and carrying the face of Smiley. He was nearly 70 when he played and my first thought was: Well, I am a bit young."
Oldman is 53.
"The ghost of Guinness was large. You could honestly say that it was almost a definitive portrayal of Smiley," Oldman says. "I said, 'God, how do you pull that off?'
"In the end, I sort of played a trick with my head. I sort of thought: Well, there have been other Romeos, Hamlets, and King Lears, and it is just another reinterpretation. So I sort of approached it rather how you would approach a classical part.
"But I didn't jump at it. I had to consider it."
Oldman-watchers may have detected a quieter phase to his career. Oldman clearly relished opportunities for grandiose performances in films such as Hannibal or Romeo Is Bleeding. Remember his baroque vampire king in Bram Stoker's Dracula?
But just as the character of Sirius Black in the Harry Potter series transmogrified from manic to gentlemanly, Oldman's screen work of late is quieter. Even in the role of cop Jim Gordon in Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy feels like a calm centre in a storm of comic book mayhem.
Oldman embraced the "invisibility" of George Smiley.
"He is beige and he just becomes part of the room, which makes him forgettable.
"So that was an interesting challenge," Oldman says. "You have to dial everything down. But the roles that you play in are what is required of you. I think you can get a bit typecast. Certainly the two movies I did with Luc Besson (The Professional and The Fifth Element) were very big, but they are cartoonish characters. So it was great to work on a piece of material where you can really play subtext."
In gathering material to leave his own stamp on Smiley, Oldman exploited the best possible source, author John le Carré himself.
"John was a spy and he lived through that time," Oldman says. "He was a great inspiration and I modelled George on John initially as a sort of springboard.
"He had a certain musicality in his voice and a certain wonderful quality about him. So I kind of stole some little mannerisms from him. You begin almost with an impersonation and the more that you do the work the further that you get away from it. But he is sort of the DNA of the whole thing.
"He is 80 this year and it is like kind of hanging out with a 30 year old. He has a prolific memory and he is a great actor, impersonator, and a wonderful raconteur.
"Once you meet him and you get him talking, it's like putting a coin in the juke box. You just put the coin in and then the record plays. It is fantastic. You can't shut him up."
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Fun villains and a joyful campaign make Trap Team another delightful entry into the Skylanders series.
Just in time for the holiday, it's Eggsellent Weeruptor and Power Punch Pet-Vac.
Check out the love potion pop fizz featured in Skylanders Trap Team.
The toys-to-life competition heats up.
Who doesn't love making a kids holiday dreams come true? Not you! Here are five games that will put a smile on children's faces this season.
Watch this heroic take on a Christmas classic in an all new video from your friends in Skylands.
One of Skylands hottest heroes embarks on an amazing new adventure! Watch Eruptor come to life as a ginormous balloon headed for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade!
Trick or Trap! Check out some of this year's most spook-TRAP-ular Skylanders! Krypt King, Eye Small, Hijinx, Funny Bone and Bat Spin are all here for your Halloween viewing pleasure.
Take a look at this trailer to see a prank where a real-life villain hid inside a seemingly normal Skylanders Trap Team demo kiosk.
Retailer now accepting trade-ins for all interactive toys for the two major players in the toys-to-life space.
Take a look at this trailer for Talk Like a Pirate Day which features an all-new mini-game featuring the all-skeleton ska band, the Skaletones from Skylanders Trap Team.
Skylanders has always felt inspired by Pokemon, but with Skylanders Trap Team, it's as if the pocket monsters finally get to catch other pocket monsters themselves.
Take a look at this trailer for Skylanders Trap Team which shows off the new gameplay mode, Kaos Doom Challenge.
Activision is taking an interesting gamble with Skylanders Trap Team: the same game is coming to console and mobile on the same day.
Event attendees will be able to experience several unreleased games.
Buy Trap Team for Wii, get the Wii U version for free.
Chris Watters is joined by I-Wei Huang - the Character Director for the Skylanders franchise to talk about Skylanders Trap Team.
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Nutone TF40GAP Fan, Light Fitter Glass Shade for Ceiling Fan - Amber Parchment (Set of 4)
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Nutone TF40GAP amber parchment Glass Shades for Turtle Fitter Model TF40 allows you to further personalize your ceiling fan. No need to compromise the beauty of your fan, this set of glass shades offer a soft glow while shining a light below. Compatible with all Nutone Ceiling Fan Turtle Fitters (Sold Separately). Set of four is included. Light bulb sold separately.
|Features:• Compatible with all Nutone Ceiling Fan Turtle Fitters (Sold Separately)
Specifications:• Model: TF40GAP
• Series: Turtle Fitter Glass Shade
• Color: Amber Parchment
• Bulb: NOT Included
• Includes Set of Four
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