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Thanks, Oscar (Abigail - Day 10)2/24/2020 “Who, being loved, is poor?”
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” “Experience is the name everyone gives to his mistakes.” “The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.” “Whenever people agree with me, I always feel I must be wrong.” “A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.” “Life is not complex. We are complex. Life is simple, and the simple thing is the right thing.” “Each man kills the thing he loves.” Sometimes the medium or the form is the block. Allow your ideas to be fluid, and don’t commit to any plan too much.
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Lost by Anna Kitts (repost)2/24/2020 To end with loss. on such a long day. Taken by surprise of who is gone. The mystery of why they are missing. To sit. Still eyes focused on one spot. A spot of unimportance. Listening to the wind carrying the revving of London cars. Mumbled voices holding up the air. The soft focuses lifts at the sniffle. Her deep breathe. There will no longer be a need for a remover for her tears will wash. Try to clear out her eyes of the hate, fear, and unjust. Take the bad and send it down her chest into her heart where it sits. Swells. Molds. Until, outside the window blocked by lace appears a new. A new form of unimportance. We must focus.
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Siggy 100 Words (2/24/20)2/24/2020 Today we went to the abbey theatre and we took a walking tour and it was really cool. We walked around and saw an art shop as well as some art on the walls. We did a workshop with shaun and he had a lot to say. He is so successful and super young lol i am jealous. We read some parts of a play and talked about them and he told us how he felt about our projects. I went to lunch with em rose and mel which was fun and we worked on our projects in a starbucks. Then we went out to a fancy dinner and we all had to help each other pay haha.
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Ella's Poetry Returns (2/24/20)2/24/2020 Dust motes swirling
Winding around The silent scripture Capturing the place In an ever-present state Preserving it Change will be recorded Not kept A hush is held and enforced The angels lining the eaves protect it Front desk sentinels hold vigil Like gargoyles Guarding and upholding Paper not patrons Bent backs hunch over Laptops and literature Heads crammed full of knowledge Headspace taken up by classics In a space taken up by history Lofty attitudes and high ceilings Make every sound and thought echo And linger Long past its expiration Everything is preserved Among the domed roofing And time-worn pages
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Today was one of the best days of my life. People will say things like “oh that person was so interesting and cool!” But I am literally freaking out about Shaun! He is doing exactly the types of things I want to do and I freaked out. It’s hard for me to put into words the feelings I have right now. I know things I care about and I’m passionate about but talking to him somehow made things click in my brain and I feel like things are making so much more sense in my head about what I want to pursue. I cried for about 30 minutes in a restaurant bathroom because my mind was blown and my creative part of my brain felt like it was making more sense. I will need to email Shaun and properly thank him for everything because he had to leave and I didn’t get to and I was extremely sad about it.
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we weary joyful human travelers
walking paradoxes of emotions full of tears fears cheers dears... surely there is a reason these words all rhyme coexisting in the same moment like roommates in a hostel pod room crowding together jostling for attention and space nostalgic for the near past homesick for the near country excited for the near future adventure I recently heard that there is a difference between the tears we produce when there’s a speck of dust in our eyes and tears we cry when we are emotion-full. The former just cleans the eye The latter cleans the soul
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Today, all around, was spectacular. We had an amazing workshop with Shaun Dunne. I love the work he’s done, I think it’s really important.
After, we had a walking tour, and as time dragged on my heart started beating faster and faster. I was seeing my old teacher, one of the most impactful teachers I’ve ever had, in 30 minutes...15 minuets...when we turn the bend. I see Ms. Elaine and run up to her, forgetting about the tour. It’s awkward for the first few minutes, because I do have to finish this tour stop, but then we fall into the same comfortable pattern I remember. We catch up, talking about everything from Brexit to J.K. Rowling to mental health. It goes by in a blur, and then she has to go, and I’m still basking in the comfort of our conversation hours later.
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Before we got on the train to Dublin, we had one last stop at St. George’s Market. We had been the day before, and I had found some amazing things, but this time was amazing. There seemed to be more food and arts - I passed by one stand three times trying to resist buying something before I finally gave in! I don’t remember much of the train ride; I was in and out of sleep. But we got to Dublin, and I see a lot of walking in our future...I hope my knee holds up.
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So today started with project work time, which was basically however much time of my just trying to figure out what the heck I’m doing. So that was nice. And then we went to the Accidental theater for yet another workshop that we were all kind of dreading. And it was cold. Very cold. We started writing, and it was fine. But I started panicking when I thought I would have to present. It’s personal. And I’m not in a space I know. Anyway, it was all fine, we didn’t all have time to present anyway, and I had an awesome strawberry milkshake.
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We went to the Kabrosh for another workshop. It was...long. Very long. We spent an entire hour talking about our passion projects, and I was panicking the entire time because...I don’t know how to do what I want to do anymore. There’s so much I want to do and I don’t even know where to start, you know? It’s a lot. I feel so overwhelmed and confused.
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February 24th, 20202/24/2020 We fly to Belfast and I’m not doing too great. My knee hurts, I’m dizzy, and security lost my earbuds. I don’t have a spare. So I spend the flight sharing Siggy’s and listening to American Teen.
The black cab street tour was amazing. It was cold and windy, but our guides brought up the mood and brought us to the “Peace Wall,” where I signed my name, and to the world wall, in which I was the only person to know who Angela Davis was. I’m very proud of that. She’s my hero. I’m tired now, so I’m going to bed.
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St. George’s Market(Emma Day 9)2/24/2020 The bustling people. The smell of pancakes and the sound of live music. The stalls and booths selling anything from food to clothing to arts and crafts. Though simple, one of my favorite things we’ve seen so far. St. George’s Market. I browse the vintage cameras, knitted cacti, celtic rings, and movie posters. I strike up a conversation with the man selling jams and jellies. I buy the print of a young woman’s painting and tell her how much I love her work. There is nothing more heartwarming than buying something that someone has made and crafted in their own hands from that same person and getting to look into their eyes and say “this is so beautiful, I love what you make.”
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Pods (Abigail - Day 9)2/24/2020 I’m writing to you from my pod. I can’t tell if it’s comforting or confining.
Dublin is lively, and entirely different from the UK. We had been here all of 15 minutes when two women approached our group during a photo. They wanted to be in it, so we took another. We told them that we were traveling. They told us that they were mothers and grandmothers, and gave us “mom hugs” because they figured we were probably missing our own families. This city will take some getting used to, and I’m tired now after 9 days. There are 5 more, and they will be so meaningful and so enjoyable, but it’s still a long time.
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Nostalgia (Megan Cramer 2/23/20)2/23/2020 The memories first appear like ghosts in an attic
Rustling around in the upper parts of my mind They start making knocking sounds and stomping on the upper floors And as they rumble down the Winding Stairs of my body into my heart I remember how my self cracked open in this place Following the music around every cobblestone corner Waking on remote islands Communing with sheep and seals Reading local authors Munching on local cheese Igniting my wanderlust Realizing my potential Branding images in my memories as if with a hot iron Phantom scars still bumpy to the touch
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Siggy 100 Words (2/23/20)2/23/2020 Today was the travel day. We went to the market and i got yelled at by some underclassmen because i was given the breakfast money and not them. Other then that minor setback i got a yummy bagel sandwich thing for my lunch then we got on the train to Dublin. Now Dublin as i can tell from the little walk around we did looks so amazing. It is right on the water which calms me down a lot. There are shops all around. I am going to do more work on my project but i am hoping to be able to do some shopping here if i can find a group to go with and find clothing that is good for my style.
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The clatter of the train rumbling over the tracks and across the countryside. Passing by the corpses of trees and the corpses. Ignoring the whispers and calls of the waves and sea. Passing by things human eyes can’t see. Staring off and pretending not to notice the urge to wander away into that place untraced, and forget the way back. There’s something so soothing about the beckon of the unknown. The only thing you truly know about it is that you don’t. There isn’t even a surface level to perceive. It’s all shrouded in fog. Drawn in and lost evermore.
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Feelings (Leila day 9)2/23/2020 On the train to Dublin. It’s gorgeous and just feels so right. I don’t know how to describe the feeling but I know I have to come back to Europe because it feels so perfect. It is such a great feeling on the train because I am listening to my “vibey” playlist on Spotify so It feels like I am staring in an indie film or it’s the artsy montage in Call Me By Your Name. I am officially head over heals in love with Ireland and England. I must do study abroad or something in either place because I am meant to be here and I feel It deep inside of me right now.
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Thinking in the market (Leila day 8)2/23/2020 St. George’s market is beautiful. I walked in and immediately felt so happy. The smell of freshly caught fish brought me back home and reminded me of freediving for fish and lobster. It was such a great feeling of bliss and remembrance. I am basically across the world from St. Thomas but somehow that smell of fish brought me back to a beach or boat with salty hair and skin in my happiest place. It made me feel many happy emotions but it did make me miss my friends who are basically my family so much and I know I’ll see them soon enough but it still hurts.
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Missing Family by Anna Kitts2/23/2020 St. George’s Market reminds me a lot of Aunt Merrisa and Uncle Frank. If this market was in Hendersonville, North Carolina, they would go every morning to enjoy the scene. There was fish venders, crêperies, jewelry stores, small plant nurseries, coffee shop, and bakeries. I ate a crepe with banana, Nutella, and maple syrup because my mom would have enjoyed it. At lunch, I ate a bacon and Brie bap in the market. It ‘twas delicious. I bet my brother, Nathan would have loved it. I finally figured out what I want to do for my project. I am going to write a scene about someone praying after the riots on August 15, 1969. After studying with Owen at city hall and shopping with the gals, we went to the Accidental Theater. I create a pillow play with the pillow being a diary. I called it: Dear Diary, He gave me his Snapchat: A Love Story. A group of us ended the day at Maggie Mays. I had my second helping of their scrambled eggs, but this time I order an apple pie. It was divine.
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Traveling Day Part 2 -Kelsey2/23/2020 Today is the day to leave Belfast
So sad New beginning to come though With the train to Dublin I sleep through Northern Ireland Eat through Ireland all the way to Dublin Every time the trash lady comes by I add another item to her flowy white bag I do not think she likes me too much Jacobs inn Has pods I like Pods Nice warm moody lighted pods Shane Dawson makes me think there might be cameras In the pod’s screws Ella ashers me other wise My mom now has her ring My sister her favorite shortbread cookies Shower has been taken Blog posts posted Groginess is slowly creeping wanting to take over Into a deep quiet Sleep Sleeep Sleeeep sleeeee...... (I tried to make this one more poemish and hoped it worked!)
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I ¡LOVE! the book bar in the accidental theatre! It’s soooo cute and vibrant! I was so surprised to hear all the uses for the space. They rent it out and dance classes even happen in the building! They also make rapid response plays as well as 24hr plays. Gosh that would stress me out! Unluckily that do not have a lot of funding. Boohoo! Apparently they also hold raves here!! *simultaneous gasps occur* I would describe this place as chaotically cool. Like the thing I did there? Ya, I do too. I LOVED the red boots on Emma the staff member their. Apparently in the Book bar there is even a club for people to watch a movie their too embarrassed to say they haven’t seen! I DEFINITELY need that in my life ASAP. I would honestly give the Accidental theatre a 10/10 review any day of the week!!!
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I made it to breakfast!-Kelsey2/23/2020 I finally woke up for breakfast! Good for me *pat on the back noise* It is because I set my alarm to a Jonas brothers song. Got me Going Crazy actually. It blared sooooo loudly. I sure was not expecting it though. How could I? I was asleep for Peet’s sake! I had a croissant and chocolate muffin. We then went for a black taxi cab ride. We visited the wall between the Protistants and Catholics and all the artwork on it. It was really interesting. We did a work shop in an all black rehearsal room in the Kabosh theater. The woman teaching it seemed very colorful. The woman teaching it gave me a very nice interview.
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London-Belfast-Kelsey2/23/2020 Today is a traveling day🙂. We are going from England to Belfast via airplane. Do you like my use of “via?” I am really English now. I packed yesterday so I could sleep in. I did not make it to breakfast once in England. Oh well. The airport was fairly empty, so we went through pretty fast. I had a delicious *insert lip licking noise* chicken sandwich and fresh strawberry lemonade for lunch. I slept through the whole plane ride and woke up through the woahhhh bumpy landing. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and got new roommate assignments. We then walked and ate, unluckily in that exact order. Freezing our butts off I may add.
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