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Three Poems by Susan Mockler

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Augury
after Relative by Sam Gilliam

The sky washes over me, enticing,
bursting open with orange and teal,

a cleansing becoming more vibrant
from west to east. Soft, like a cotton

scarf I’d drape lightly over my shoulders
on a cool night, its ends fluttering—free,

unfettered. I can smell the storm coming.
Sweet, musky earth. Metal taste burns

my lips. Sediment. A change, inevitable.
For some, eruptions—colors bleeding

together, blot of black, subduction.
For, others, swells of peach, turquoise,

lavender, a stroke of yellow, autumn rush,
perhaps. I enter the sky’s conversation.

Irises
(on the anniversary of my mother’s death)

One day,
brown leaves
patches of snow,

then, as if
from nowhere,
the first shoots

burst out
of winter’s
dusky coffin

blanketing the yard
in a rainbow
of color.

I cut purple
irises for you
today, place them

in a vase
on the mantle,
bundled

in delicate
lavender ribbon,
their sturdy

stalks propped
against each other
in the glass,

their sword-like
petals falling down,
opening.

Descansos

I pass the time counting
mile markers. US89, Big Sky,
Painted Desert to Zion:
three-hundred-twelve,
two-hundred-forty,
then white crosses
draped with plastic
flowers
appear
in the grass
along the highway.
Each cross
someone’s child.
I hold my breath.
A body remains
at rest unless that body
is in motion. The world
falls farther away
each day. Someone’s child
ejected, roaring
lifeless
through this Navajo land,
sediment of manganese
and iron; their blood
and hair and skin
leach into the
ground, claiming
a spot
as their own.

Descansos translates as “resting place” and commonly refers to the crosses erected at the site of a violent, unexpected death. Some consider the last spot the body touches before death to be sacred.

Susan Bucci Mockler’s poetry has appeared in the Maryland Literary Review, peachvelvet, Maximum Tilt, Pilgrimage Press, Crab Orchard Review, Poet Lore, The Northern Virginia Review, Gargoyle, The Delmarva Review, The Beltway Poetry Quarterly, The Cortland Review, The Paterson Literary Review, Lunch Ticket, Voices in Italian Americana, and several anthologies. She teaches writing in Virginia and DC.


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Three Poems by Anant Dhavale

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Crimson

What makes
tonight’s tropical wind so cold
I wonder how the trees will survive

Come and kill me, engulf me
in your wild currents
in you, I have heard, everything melts

You, the one who remains on my dreams
your beauty; like the dew atop a rose
your kisses, wet and full with a thousand dreams

This land of masons, of men and women
such simple and true; amongst them
I am but a lost cause

Love has sown its seeds; water and fire
smiles adorn mouths, full of hope
bodies, fresh with the drizzles of spring

Crimson, green and pale
what a vivid tale; a kind of a rare solstice
that hides everything, leaving a few colors behind

On understanding and other such myths

1.

There is a void

I try to fill

It’s impenetrable

I toil nonetheless

I attach it to people and things

equally in-vain

It is my Nessun dorma

a sleepless lament

Logic has failed me 

and religions have mislead me

mostly

I look at the old people

they look so calm

beyond the fading lines

maybe they weren’t what they are now.

2.

There’s fire and moon

from where it all began

to create the un-made

to annihilate the created

create

a voice said

and it all came to being

Reminiscences

linger

mountains, rivers, oceans

people

3.

Mithyaa

you see all of this,

you, me, this world

is a magnificent lie

said the poet

before he was pelted with stones

Smallest amongst the atoms

Expansive than the sky;*

some said he disappeared

some said he was dragged from a bridge

before being killed

Gods, they said, came down and took him along

unto the heavens

we believed them.

4.

The layer thickens

the songs we sing

the love we make

the sadness we feel

The pain that’s throbbing in my knee right now

All beyond a broken veil, the discernment

a mere illusion

brilliantly

ornate

* These two lines are a loose translation of a poem by Tukaram, a sixteenth century Marathi poet.


Civilizations

“You breathe, thanks to the phytoplanktons”

expounds a wise man

“April is the warmest month”

sighs another

But it doesn’t matter –

shadows

linger along the silent white wall

in an eternal stupor

a slow humming wind

drags along like a tired caravan

on this dry , drawn – out afternoon

parched by a lonely sun

A wind-chyme

makes a feeble effort –

twinkles the dust – laden remnants of leaves

a stillness is stirred

fading to the gray;

Civilizations

lie

cold and buried under.

Anant has been writing poetry since his late twenties. He attempts to explore the intricacies of the human mind and the cultural milieus that it breathes in through a conversational style of poetry. His poems seem to emanate from an urgent and pressing need to ‘word’ the abstract. He blogs at www.newagepoems.blogspot.com and has been publishing his poetry through numerous social media groups. Anant lives with his wife and son in Herndon, Virginia, and can be reached at anantdhavale@gmail.com.



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AU alum Ismah Khan tackles tough topics in her short film ‘Disturbed’ by Olivia Kozlevcar

This article was a finalist and winner of the 2021 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition.

“Disturbed,” a new short film created by American University alumna Ismah Khan, is a brief look at the short-term troubles — and long-term effects — of living with mental illness. Unsettling and remarkably modern, the film makes right on a subject that has so long been misrepresented by Hollywood. The short follows protagonist Monica (Christina Coulter) as she battles insomnia caused by her mental illness — both of which are misunderstood by her friends. She carries the burden of her affliction while being further weighed down by the distrust and disappointment cast on her by the other individuals in her life.

Inspired by filmmaking icons Ari Aster, known most for “Hereditary” and “Midsommar,” and Darren Aronofsky — known for “Pi” and “The Fountain” — the crowd-funded horror movie lives fundamentally in tones of blue, with the only source of warm coloring radiating from medication that Monica takes. And while the audience follows along directly with Monica’s journey, they are forced to confront whether they believe her lived experience or the judgement placed on her situation by other characters.

The viewers must also evaluate the source of the monster (Keon Jones) following Monica: is the figure real or fake? A figment of the imagination or a true demon? Khan makes it a point to leave the answer to these questions up to the interpretation of those watching. “I wanted it to be about the fact that we don’t really listen to people when they have pleas that are quite serious regarding how they feel,” Khan said. “I wanted [to have] these deeper conversations about how we participate in the conversation of mental illness, or how we perceive
mental illness.”

For Khan, who has bipolar disorder, this project is an important one that has been in the making for over a year. Her personal relationship to the subject matter is particularly crucial when considering the tumultuous relationship that the filmmaking industry has historically had with accurately depicting mental illness and those impacted by it.

“One of the problems I came across — especially because I was on medication — was thinking: what role is medication going to play in this film? Is it going to be the typical ‘medicine makes this person crazy?’ I really didn’t want that, because that’s such an unhealthy narrative to put out there,” Khan said. “In fact, [medication] can do the opposite in a lot of cases.”

During the creation process, Khan said she wanted to make it clear that the medication being taken did nothing to impact the manifestation or resilience of the monster. It is another important step away from the Hollywood obsession with medication and the tendency it has to vilify it.

“It is medication: it works for what it’s intended for,” Khan said. “It’s not what causes the monster, it’s not what makes these nightmares happen. And I wanted to be very intentional about that.”

As for the technical side of production, Khan is not the only AU alum on the film: actor Valarie McFatter and tech members Fernando Rocha and Reignon Prillman all graduated from AU. The crew of the film is also predominantly BIPOC, a decision that Khan takes great pride in. “I feel like as a filmmaker and creator that it’s my duty to raise other BIPOC individuals with me,” Khan said. “Anything I do in terms of my career is always connected to people of color and making sure that we’re creating a network within ourselves.” Khan said she knows that “Disturbed” is just the beginning of the hard-hitting work she intends to create. “I would love to keep making films, and keep getting better, and tell more poignant stories,” Khan said. “I think ‘Disturbed’ is just right at the surface of all the things I want to say.”

Olivia Kozlevcar is a junior at American University studying Literature and Journalism with a minor in Legal Studies. She is in her third semester of working with the University’s award-winning newspaper “The Eagle” and second semester of functioning as the Arts & Entertainment editor. You can follow her writing on The Eagle and catch up with her on social media (@OliviaKozlevcar) to be alerted of all her adventures, writing or otherwise. 

Beyond the Lights sits at the intersection of commentary and theatre by Ajani Jones

This article is a finalist in the 2021 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition.

It’s five minutes to show time on the opening night of Beyond the Lights, and nobody knows exactly what to expect. The air buzzes, electric with barely contained enthusiasm and anticipation. The audience’s excited chatter drums into a final cheer going off backstage as the cast finishes its last minute preparations. Then it’s time. Following a blessing for a spectacular performance from co-producer Jada Snyder (COL ’23), the lights dim and the show begins. 

A commentary on the Black experience in America, Beyond the Lights: A Night of Black Musical Scenes is an hour of non-stop heart and energy that had its audience hooked within minutes. Its collection of timeless classics highlight the show’s commitment to paying homage to the long and vibrant history of Black musical theatre. 

Georgetown’s Black Theatre Ensemble (BTE), in collaboration with Mask & Bauble Dramatic Society (M&B), produced this insightful intersection of director Samuel Oni’s (MSB ‘22) original story and Black theatre’s most iconic staples—songs from Dreamgirls to Sister Act II to The Wiz. The show is an interactive experience through use of comedic conversations and vibrant call-and-response with the audience. The sheer charisma of its cast, excellent use of lighting, and powerful renditions of musical classics also made the show particularly engaging. Simultaneously, the production prudently comments on topical issues such as racism and what it means to be “Black enough.” 

The play opens with two friends, Rebecca and Sophia—played by Karen Samy (SFS ‘23) and Winnie Ho (COL ‘25), respectively—having a back and forth over their favorite movie musicals. When it is revealed that Rebecca has never seen Dreamgirls, the undoubtedly iconic 2006 musical, Sophia berates her and questions the legitimacy of Rebecca’s Black identity. This early exchange excellently centers questions about racial belonging into the play’s narrative. Despite the potentially good intention of sharing the cultural masterpiece of Dreamgirls with her friend, Ho’s character perpetuates the idea that one must meet a quota of experiences in order to identify with their own community. 

Samy highlighted the show’s desire to address the idea that we should not gatekeep the identities of others simply because they have not taken part in a certain experience. “That’s kind of the message we were going for. There’s not one way to be one race or ethnicity,” Samy said. 

Beyond the Lights goes on to carefully address several other current issues facing the Black community, many of which pull from Oni’s own experiences. From racial prejudice in the classroom to dangerous stereotypes of the Black community, Oni’s script sheds light upon institutional problems that plague our society. The choice to tell these stories through music was

deliberate—Oni recognizes not only the importance of music in Black pop culture, but also its utility. “I think music is a great way to tell stories,” Oni said. 

Through song choices like “Blackout” (In the Heights) and “And I Am Telling You” (Dreamgirls), Oni is able to maintain the serious subject matter of his production while seamlessly integrating both themes of hardship and triumph. As such, the music of Beyond the Lights helps to emphasize Oni’s story and add a layer of depth. 

In addition to its exceptional representation of issues faced by the Black community, Beyond the Lights does an outstanding job of keeping its audience entertained. “This show does a good job of being entertaining and also informative,” Shakeer Hood (COL ‘24), a member of the cast and the show’s assistant stage manager, said. 

The show’s duality is balanced through its scenes. In the second act, the cast recreates a Black church service with an energetic rendition of “Oh Happy Days” (Sister Act II). The number kept the audience laughing with its perfect integration of interactive and situational humor and also served as a narrative tool through the subversion of dangerous stereotypes. 

While allowing its audience to be fully immersed in the story it wants to tell and the issues it wants to address, the show also engages them with the lively and joyful side of Black musical theatre that often goes underappreciated. In choosing songs, Oni shared that while he wanted to ensure that key stories were being told, he also felt obligated to do justice to more than one facet of the Black experience. 

“I definitely want the audience to take away the contributions Black people and people of color have made to Broadway—the aspects of our experience that often go unheard from an actor, director, casting perspective,” he said. 

One of the possible downfalls of live performance is, of course, its susceptibility to error. Despite the narrative and directoral strengths of the show, it suffered several shortcomings—moments of brief technical failures and some hiccups with choreography and lines. The production’s setbacks can likely be attributed to time constraints and other unfortunate complications—including a directoral switch halfway into the show’s production—that occurred behind the scenes during the production. 

Cast members also highlighted the challenges that arose in making the show interactive and engaging while also complying with COVID-19 protocols. “It’s weird because we can’t even touch each other technically, so having a show that’s so focused on integrating the audience was a bit worrisome,” Cameren Evans (COL ‘24), a cast member, said. “There have been a few difficulties in, ‘How far can we go? How far can we push the envelope?’ but also staying within COVID protocols.” 

In spite of health restrictions, the cast powered through each scene, delivering every line and lyric with unwavering spirit and unquestionable passion. The final number of the show—Evans’s rendition of “And I Am Telling You”—was utterly show-stopping. Her execution of this famously difficult classic was especially moving due to the sheer power of her voice and the palpable emotion she put behind this performance. 

Ultimately, Beyond the Lights perfectly balances serious subject matter with charismatic performances and excellent renditions of musical classics. Despite its short run from November 19-21, Beyond the Lights was a welcome breath of fresh air in the theatrical space and a perfect segue into future stories to be told. Excitingly, BTE has shared plans for a slew of upcoming performances in the Spring that already show promise of the ensemble’s commitment to theatrical excellence.

Ajani Jones, born and raised in Jamaica, Ajani is currently a college freshman who has a deep fascination with the intricacies of language and linguistics. Through this love for language, Ajani hopes to explore the intersection of journalism and the arts.


Sometimes stupid cool shit is all that matters by Sarah Watson

Content Warning: This article references self-harm and eating disorders.  

This article is a finalist in the 2021 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition.

In the Colorado mountain town where I lived, tattoos were just part of the culture. Whenever things lagged at work, a circle of 30-somethings would trade tales and roll up sleeves to reveal panoramas of ink. Some shared moving stories of mental health struggles or the death of a loved one, others simply said, “Idk, I just thought it was beautiful.” 

It was an electric and freeing environment that never took itself too seriously— yes, tattoos can be deeply meaningful, but they’re also just objectively cool. They are uniquely expressive and aesthetically alluring, with a hint of badass. They can’t be contained within their original meaning or lines, but stretch and move with their individual canvas.  

“It’s not only something on a page or a wall, it’s a living, breathing thing that changes over the years,” Egan Barnitt (NHS ’22) said. “It takes on many different meanings and many different forms, it’s like pretty much the most interactive art form that you can really make.” 

When I got my first tattoo, the artist cleaned the blood off my skin with the words, “Welcome to the inked community.” Colorado’s tattoo-embracing culture is worlds different from the stuffy professional atmosphere of Georgetown, but a small and diverse group of students make up a community of the decorated and proud.  

Barnitt comes from the perspective of both the inked and the inker. She began her tattoo business in a New South dorm room her first year at Georgetown, giving stick-and-poke tattoos to fellow students. Over the years, she developed her talent, now offering hand-poked tattoos that look the equivalent of machine done artwork.  “Being able to do tattoos has been such a confidence boost to know that people trust me and like my art enough to want it on them forever,” she said. “What more validation could you get than somebody being like, ‘I want it for the rest of my life?’”

For artists like Barnitt, tattooing offers artistic experimentation in movement, style, and color. While American style (think stereotypical biker tattoos) has emerged as a contemporary form, tattoo art has deep cultural origins and significance in Polynesia, South East Asia, and Indigenous North American societies, each of which have distinctive artistic elements. With skin and ink as the essential materials, modern artists can integrate history with new technology and play with styles, from the delicate to the abstract to the cartoonish.  

For Barnitt, the act of tattooing itself is “meditative.” Tattooing can be a vulnerable process, so she strives to create a safe space for women and nonbinary people where their choices are respected. “That’s what really matters the most to me—being able to make sure that people feel safe while they’re making such large steps to become the person that they want to be,” Barnitt said.

Tattooing can offer people a renewed sense of agency over their bodies, and an ability to celebrate them in a unique format. “The best part about your body being your body is that it’s yours,” Ace Frazier (MSB ’23) said. “You can do anything you want whenever you want and that’s just so freeing and amazing.” Frazier is relatively spontaneous with tattoos, creating stick-and-pokes on their body whenever the inspiration for a design hits. 

I empathize with the freedom tattooing can bring to your body. I entered 2020 with a long list of fears, and over the year, began intentionally facing each one (within reason). Getting inked commemorated the personal growth I’d made over my irrational thoughts and worries, and also marked the first time I’d ever felt confident in my body—not because of its appearance, but its strength. They can also act as reminders of personal growth. Akanksha Sinha (SFS ’23) began getting tattoos at the age of 16, and has gotten at least one every year as bookmarks of who she is then. “All my tattoos have meaning to them,” she said. “My first one was commemorating me being clean from self-harm for a year, so that was a really big deal.”  

Since her first tattoo, Sinha uses her annual tattoos as a reminder of how far she’s come. “Every time I would feel the urge or anything I can look at that and be like, well I did it for so long, so I can do it for longer.” 

For Barnitt, who has over 20 tattoos, tattooing has been a healthy way to have a say on her body’s appearance while recovering from an eating disorder. “I think being able to sort of reclaim your personhood in a visual way is really helpful.” 

Last summer, Barnitt got a belly tattoo that she describes as one of her most empowering. “I thought, ‘I am over this. This tattoo is gonna look sick,’” she said. “I’m wearing crop tops all the time, because I want to show this off, you know, like I fucking love it.” 

But part of the freedom of tattoos is that while they can have deep meaning, they’re also just freakin’ cool. As Barnitt said, “Sometimes stupid cool shit is really all that matters.” While there is pressure to get a tattoo with deep significance, every inked person I talked to unequivocally considered this mentality a misconception.  

“There doesn’t need to be philosophy about you making a decision about your body or you making a decision in general,” Frazier said. “I really like that about tattoos.” 

There is an often-cited worry about regretting tattoos, but Sinha knows that she won’t love all of her tattoos in every period of her life. And that’s okay. “People can get paralyzed by that idea of something being on your body forever,” she said. 

Sinha sees her tattoos as time capsules, telling the story of who she was at different stages. “It’s okay if, 10 years down the line, they don’t mean the same thing to me, because there is still a reminder of what it meant to me then.” 

If a tattoo is representative of who I am, then to me, its physical permanence isn’t a big deal. Just like our bodies, tattoos don’t need to be perfect. Permanent changes to our bodies will come whether we want them or not. Stretch marks from aging, crinkles from laughter, wrinkles from worry. Tattoos are selected snapshots in time of the people we were and the places we came from. And there’s something very honest and beautiful about that. 

“I really like the idea that I’ll be able to look back on this one tattoo that maybe doesn’t mean much to me anymore, but to know that it meant enough to me at one point in my life to get it put on me permanently forever,” Barnitt said. “It’s just such an ode to all the people that I have been.”  

Barnitt is a former cover editor of the Voice.

Sarah Watson is the Editor-in-Chief of The Georgetown VoiceGeorgetown’s premier newsmagazine. She is a junior in Georgetown’s School of Foreign Service studying Regional and Comparative Studies. When she is not writing, she likes to be exploring the outdoors.