Art And Design High School - Prism Yearbook (New York, NY)

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DIMENSIONS OF OUR SPECTRUM We are the love generation. We are the war generation. We represent the emergeance of man from the shell of denial to the utmost in awareness. We are unafraid to face reality. We are the think generation. We are more introspective than ever before. We have expanded our minds and broadened our outlooks. We are great discoverers, probing the field of creativity, constantly. We are greatly pressured by complex problems, but we try to solve them. We have an optimism no other age has: unique in itself. We will find ourselves faster than others our age because we know what to look for! We strove to equal others and we have surpassed. We have won the battle! We have suffered through drought and flood and have blossomed into better individuals. We have questioned ourselves and searched our souls. We have explored the regions of life's mysteries. We have questioned others, but learned to accept. We have learned to shake the hand of defeat, rather than bear a grudge. We have estimated our own worth and learned how to increase it. We have seen that life is cruel and wonderful at the same time. We have ridden the waves of trying times, emerging victorious. We have learned to appreciate what is worthwhile and can discern what is not. We have chosen our goals and are about to enter the realm of realizing our dreams. We are about to enter a new Renaissance in living and thought. We are about to enter a revolution in life, as independent individuals. We are no longer allowed to grasp onto childhood as an excuse, for we are making our debut into the world of the adult. We are being graduated into a new phase of life. We will use the skills we have learned to enter the phase gracefully. We will be prepared to roll across the ocean of time without mutiny on the part of life, without being stifled, to be what we are CARYN WARD

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I ' Q k l-a prism, a crystal honeycomb Q Q madeto catch, imprism Q and turn itto rainbows Q49 n A I sunsiigrii D By night l am a jeweled prison d to capture, the rapturous HIGH sciinul nr Am Ann nfsinri 1959 m00 5 'lgmf in the LITERARY REFLECTIONS Dimensions of Our Spectrum 2a Prism 3a The Mask 5a Characterizations 7a Emotions 11a Concrete Poems 13a Fable 18a The City 28a The B Poems 29a The Bridge 32a The Seasons 38a ART STAFF Mr. Richard Johnson. Faculty Art Adviser. Karen Pikanowskl, Marlene Kaplan, Lynn Kudelka, Art Dirac- tors. Marlene Arnaiz, Valerie Mele, George Hom, Associate Art Directors. STAFF: Daniel Haskett, Warren Westbo, Martin Golding, George Moy, Matthew Rosenzweig, Roni Eisenberg, Hedy Wolfe, George Abagnalo, Tom Kostro, Don Ellison, Stephen Marchesi, Claudia Schwalb. PHOTOGRAPHY STAFF Anthony Armato, Sharon Newborn, Jill Pulls, Helene Grossman, Denis Fay, David Lopez. COVER DESIGN: Barbara Silverman LITERARY STAFF Daisy Aldan, Faculty Literary Adviser. Adele Geraghty, Editor-in Chiel. STAFF: Alexandra Reyes, Sandy Greenberg, Leona Seufert, Brenda Branch, Helene Grossman, Marci Compton, Lani Mysak, Tina Ladas, Judith Pfeffer, Dierdre Wolownick, Roxanne Rivera, Lorraine Brooks, Miriam Jiminez, Hope Singer, Gail Debel, Carolyn McCombs, Caryn Ward, Daniel Haskett, Mario Sotolongo. CONTRIBUTORS. Beth Irwin, Vicki Nanos, Bill Mantlo, Jo Amy Shulman, Claudia Schwalb, Barbara Escoffery Lance Lovelace, Glor Brown, Ellen LaSpalluto. THE BOARD OF EDUCATION OF THE CITY OF N. Y. HIGH SCHOOL OF ART AND DESIGN 1075 SECOND AVENUE NEW YORK 10022 Mr. Jacob H. Raphael, Prlnclpal Mr. Walter Welsh, Acting Prlnclpal closed eye of night. Lani Nlysak

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WHITE YELLOW ORANGE GREEN BLUE VI OLET BLACK MAN MADE: a color that is gray, that is snow - is filth in sight, and is swept away to fall another day hated and unwanted. is a bilious sun, not the sunlight's pale cast, but bellowing cheap fractions of the reflecting source an electric light. is not the fire in sun- set, is not the glories of dawn. is a chintz scarf lost in a gutter, blow- ing flutter mixing with the dirt. is shining, is the nause- ating gloss of the subway car's paint, the subway car's tainted tint all slashed and lashed with obscenities. is the hidden one, is the forgotten one, - the buildings are the sky! Blue is the old man's shirt, a soiled old skirt. is twilight's hue - is the commuters greeting light after climbing from the depths of the city's subways, lt foretells the end of the weary days, al- ways. is a pool of wet city sweat or better known as puddles of pollution, the city's rain. After the fall is tamed into dirt. LANI MYSAK PRISM YELLOW in the burning intensity of the yellow sunrise a golden bird spreads his wings in victory. strength emanates from the celestial glow, giving power to the winged god of the morning light. he flies freely, leaving me behind. his wings were once bound by the magic ropes tied to my veins. the sun has transmitted its energy to his system. causing him to rip my binding and fly with all of his strength towards the sun of freedom. TINA LADAS REFLECTIONS OF INDIGO Blue - Reflection of the somber moodiness of the recesses of a reflective mind. - White - hot pinpoints herald the doom of day, As the cool blue ceiling of evening caresses the earth with relief from the scorching sun. The deep, melancholy blue soothes eyes, raw from brilliant sounds: it envelops the senses in a womb of comforting, lonely space. Dark, mute swans glide like ephemeral shadows over the swift waters of the musical Blue Danube: its water glistens in countless gems of ultramarine and cerulean, melding with the midnight blue sky. . . Somewhere in a cool veridian forest, sapphire feline eyes glint in the negative moonlight, stalking, glimmering like multi-faceted blue-black coals. Timeand Space are Blue. A cobalt sky underlies a velvet-black eternity of colors yet unseen.