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KALEIDOSCOPE

Issue 3

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KALEIDOSCOPE
Winter 2014

Editors-in-Chief: Sabrina Groomes & Alicja Grzadkowska


Editorial Board:
Literature: Anne Hardy, Alexandra Hegarty, Jordynn Klein, Katrina Walsh
Visual Arts: Junie Gerongay, Morgan Rees, Allanah Vokes, Clare Wark
Production Team: Anjelica Abarra, Trusha Dash, Allison Desveaux,
Lauren McColl, Nathan Webster, Will Wellington
Faculty Advisor: Jennifer Schacker
Kaleidoscope Issue 03 would not be possible without the generous
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Front & Back Cover Art: Steph Caskenette
Layout & Design: Andy Huckle

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CON T E N T S
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EDITORS LETTER

KASSONDRA KRAHN Untitled

CLARE WARK Moments

ALEXANDER BROWN Untitled

SUSANNAH VAN DER ZAAG Odile, Thomas

JUNIE GERONGAY The Vantage Point

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SAMANTHA DAWDY Inheritances

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HAVA STEINMETZ Robert Fellowes after Lucien Freud

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ANDY HUCKLE Royal City Park, West Side

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STEPHANIE MARKS Functions of a Daisy, EDDY MORIN Shelf Life

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JACK FISHER Write Soft, STEPHANIE MARKS Tea Time

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HILLARY WHITE Empty Homes

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KELTIE LAIDLAW Untitled

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ADRIEN POTVIN Dream

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SAMANTHA DAWDY The Rabbit Catcher

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RYAN OSMAN Untitled

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CLARE WARK Untitled

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KATRINA WALSH The Curse of the Mountain Cemetary

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KATHLEEN GALLAGHER Lucid Dreams

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CONTRIBUTORS

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EDITORS LETTER
We hope this work inspires you to create something out of the ordinary.
In a world of chaos, we capture, eternalize, and transfer the beauty of
life into print and we hope it is here that you find this beauty displayed
across the pages of our magazine that we call Kaleidoscope.
We would like to thank our production and editorial team who put so
much work into the creation of Kaleidoscope; without you, this magazine
would not be possible. We have experienced an overwhelming amount
of support from the University of Guelph, and we would like to thank all
of those who believed in the talent of the student population and most
of all, the dream of Kaleidoscope. Finally, we would like to thank all of
the students who in total submitted over a hundred works of visual and
literary art for us to consider. Youve helped us create a diverse and eyecatching publication that we are proud to put out into the world.
Thank you so much,
Sabrina Groomes & Alicja Grzadkowska

ABOUT KALEIDOSCOPE
Kaleidoscope is an accredited club under the College of Arts Student
Union which is devoted to the publishing, promoting, and praising of
the creative efforts of the undergraduate population at the University of
Guelph.

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KASSONDRA KRAHN Untitled

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CLARE WARK Moments


the blissful moments

the tormented moments

the most lucid


the most transcendental

the most lucid


the most transcendental

happen when Im alone.

happen when Im alone.

when I creep along at night


hands-in-pockets
observing others,
their faces and forms

when I wait on the verge of sleep


covers-pulled-taut
mind overflowing with,
the day and the last

when I wander through the forest


crunching-dead-leaves
not sure where Im going to,
or where I came from

stricken with indecision,


I crumble under pressure

when I listen to hazy music and paint


palette-knife-gliding
trying to remain true,
passionate and ruthless in my strokes
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when I exist only between emotions


mind-shifting-rapidly
clinging to bliss,
before halfheartedly jumping into torment
and I suppose you are wondering,
but no.
nothing happens when Im in the company of others.

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ALEXANDER BROWN Untitled

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SUSANNAH VAN DER ZAAG Thomas

SUSANNAH VAN DER ZAAG Odile

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JUNIE GERONGAY The Vantage Point

I:
must be understood
When one pronounces this
in the same breath as
love you
I see you,
and everything
I wish to be
and
I am
made better, undoubtedly better
with
You:
are a window to my soul
Bearing open
the doors of your chest
Fill your lungs
with me
Reflecting in your eyes sunshine
that shadows all my doubts
And these anxieties disappear
So that with you I may fight
Them:
and they see us,
inseparable
Indestructible
Unstoppable
They notice
the way I look at you
or how love shines
in either of our eyes
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SAMANTHA DAWDY Inheritances

Sylvia,
I can no longer wear the weight of your pearls.
They long to return to these
Royal depths and bury me
With them; inside this shell
Is a pale depression of pure, soft
Flesh; chew the struggle but you will
Only eat yourself;
Watch your breathes rise
As you fall; upon the rocks
But the heat will not leave you;
Mold your children with sand and
Forge them in the fire; you made them
Hard but brittle;
You broke them;
What a waste of clay.
These small spaces become
So much smaller without their small voices;
Crawl to that ephemeral shore again
And again; the tide will always find you
Wanting; the bitterness of that mouth
Full of particles that clog and stall
With each wet breath;
Catch the beacon of his eye
Across the dunes; his lamp is oil that drains
Between your pores and shuts your eyes;
No more molecules to wash you clean;
You submit to the wick and feed
Him with the meat of your tongue; the shell
Left for the beaks and the beady eyes;
The vultures. And me.

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HAVA STEINMETZ
Robert Fellowes After Lucien Freud

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Andy Huckle Royal City Park, West Side

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Stephanie Marks Functions of a Daisy


To blow delicately in the summer breeze. To
sway slowly back and forth, guided effortlessly
by warm air. To stand tall amongst the plants
who hold them hostage
as girls look for confidence.
Yellow centres become yellow buttons
on the jacket of comfort.
To provide a place where young lovers return to
summer after
summer.
To become a stomping ground of prominent
memories
even after all the
love
is gone.
To be the beacon of hope and inspiration after
the final petal decides
he loves me or the hated enemy
as the final petal initiates he loves me not.
To be casual, a bystander as night comes and we
move on. To be a daisy.

EDDY MORIN Shelf Life


Every night,
I offer my neck
To the guillotine
Of a hundred and fourteen texts.
I do not read.
I dream,
In Times New Roman.
My bookshelf is a blade
And 44000 words is enough
To sever a stable head.
Keep your chin up
Id rather not
Drown,
Choking
On Medieval Miracle Plays
And the complete works
Of William Butler Yeats.
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JACK FISHER Write Soft

Write soft, your birdy loft, aint too soft for whispers
Make it long, too long for song, or short enough for kissers
At first, no ones hurt, up until the end
Build em up to strike em down, youre done now, let em
mend

STEPHANIE MARKS Tea Time

Crying kettle,
the high pitch whirr familiarly signals to me.
Teabag placed into green china cup, the landing sticks.
Pouring water,
steam elegantly escaping, escalating,
radiating life, a smell of comfort and trust.
A wildly warm waterfall emerges;
the only survivor is Earl Grey; belly up.
Taking silver spoon
round up Earl, in exchange for bubbles of gratitude.
Dropping sugar cubes
white innocence becomes tainted by darkness.
Clink clank, a gentle stir.
Inviting milk to the party,
beaching from brown to beige.
He always knew I was fond of change.
Clink clank, a final stir.
Licking the hot spoon
always indicates perfection.
Its time for tea.

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HILLARY WHITE Empty Homes

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KELTIE LAIDLAW Untitled

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Stunned to be the acquiescent


dulled knife to the throat
of the poque,
the foot clenches as the Danube winds
and a thousand distant voices
howl at the threat.
I sit at the corner of
Petra and Miletus,
waiting for her flaxen halo
and Chret sway.

ADRIEN POTVIN Dream

Because she has the right of way


and she knows the right way
to see the bottom of the lac
through the telescopic imagination
that eluded me for years.
Until she showed me herself
at the top of the hill
overlooking the lac.
My friends say they know when
she isnt around
because the lines and specks of my face
shift sullenly, and
draw a well-trodden map when
she isnt around, and
I muse more brazenly to them
than would I to her.

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SAMANTHA DAWDY The Rabbit Catcher


The hellish crook of your shepherds spine;
The insolubility of my sinuous memorials;
And all the little deaths at each gesture;
The intoxication that stems from fermented husbandry;
Follow your marrow across these weeping moors;
Their pastorals - oil rendered; bleed and blur
Into a fog of antique hunters past;
Watch your powdered hurts dissolve in a damp horizon;
Your carnivority diminished by the ageless pursuit
Of easy prey; wind whipped
I, the hound at your heels;
Braying incommunications of needy devotion;
Forgotten I the hare;
Pursued by the fox;
Hunted by the gun and his man;
You have lost your appetite for me at
The site of this new prey;
I am made trivial
The glint in your eyes as you cock
The rifle; the drumming in your passages
At the singe of entrance.

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RYAN OSMAN Untitled


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CLARE WARK Untitled

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KATRINA WALSH The Curse of the Mountain Cemetery


The vast crash of thunder
Whispered quietly to the night,
While the anguish of the storm
Gloriously struggled through;
Passionately spraying smoky rain.
Alone he climbed the mountain
In pursuit of eternal quiet,
But the undying chorus
Voiced the chaos of the sea.
Silver moonlight sliced through dark smoke,
While the rain-swept earth tangled about his feet.
Time cruelly slipped away,
And silver moonlight shone on the mountain cemetery.
The lyrical gleam of life
Danced among the engraved stones;
Cheating fate.
The hum of the thunder and the sweat of the clouds,
Slurred his thoughts together.
His vision blurred, his thoughts jumbled,
He tumbled on a stone.
With the crack of the thunder,
The crack of his being,
The curse of the mountain cemetery
Gracefully crumbled down.
The breeze quivered, the gleam shivered
And the distant light of dawn touched the sea;
Faithfully.

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KAT GALLAGHER Lucid Dreams

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CO NT R I BU TO R S
Alexandre Brown: This submission is a photograph I took
on my first trip to Europe using an old 35mm film camera.
It was in a German restaurant in Munich where I was met by
European hospitality and experienced the European lifestyle.
Samantha Dawdy: Samantha is about to be cast adrift in
the wasteland of post-graduation limbo. She looks forward to
working her minimum wage job and watching all her aspirations slowly crumble before her like those of all English majors
since the dawn of time.
Jack Fisher: My name is Jack Fisher. I am a first year student
in the English program. Poetry is an occasional hobby, depending on how inspired I feel.
Kathleen Gallagher: Artist by day, dreamer by night. Every
waking moment is an opportunity to enjoy life. The dreamer is
banished to obscurity.
Junie Gerongay: First year English student and hobbyist
musician. I like recreational longboarding and watching soccer.
I like to experience concerts and put myself through emotional
turmoil while watching television shows.
Andy Huckle: is an individual with a passion for
photography, videoagraphy and graphic design.
Kassondra Krahn: Kassondra Krahns painting practice
combines the concepts of Futurism and Cubism with HardEdged Painting and Colour Field. She is interested in abstracting sources of robotics, graphics, and other forms of technology, but through her colour palette makes them almost playful.
Her works use both acrylic and oil paint, and hybridize early
Modernism with its re-approach in the 1950s and 1960s.

Keltie Laidlaw: I am a third year Art History and Studio


art student interested in drawing, painting and printmaking.
Stephanie Marks: My name is Stephanie, and Im a
fourth year English undergraduate student who loves cookies, coffee, and Coupland.
Ryan Osman: I am a third year engineering student with a
passion for travel. I recently started documenting my travels
through photography and I am eager to continue sharing my
experiences with this medium.
Adrien Potvin: I am a third year English major, creative
writer and musician. Im inspired by dreams, jazz, coincidence, and histories both personal and collective.
Hava Steinmetz: Im a 4th year English Major, and I paint
as a hobby. My piece is a copy of Lucien Freuds painting of
Robert Fellowes.
Katrina Walsh: I am a third year English Major and History Minor. I love creative writing and hope to publish novels
some day soon. I enjoy dabbling with Poetry on the side.
Clare Wark: Clare is currently between majors. Life aspirations include owning a bookstore in Berlin, living on a commune and writing an amazing philosophy paper. Known for
enjoying Monty Python to a questionable degree and getting
into awkward situations.
Hillary White: I am a fourth year double major in Studio
Art and French, and will be graduating this year to move on
to teachers collage. I am interested mainly in drawing, drawing inspiration largely from the human body and nature.
Susannah van der Zaag: makes things that are on the
side of the silly.
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