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

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wanted to be on this past morning. The anger and hate had been spilled. They had rallied, all right, and they had generated within themselves uncontrollable rage. They had put into motion a small riot. They had destroyed what they had so greatly wanted. I had always wanted to belong, to get in- volved in a cause, but now I came to the conclu- sion that it this was the result of believing and belonging so strongly to a cause, that reason and right were discarded, I would rather walk alone for the rest of my life than be a part in such an irrational rally of destruction. LEONA SEUFERT CONQUEST Dedicated to Miss Aldan . . . As lfall into place the silent forms drift before my eyes. And the Voice of Radio whimpers as though set upon and shaken from the Roots. It moans and screams as the forms move in silence weaving a silent song that is louder and stronger than the disgusting whimpers it mercifully drowns out. The Voice of Radio dies unnoticed its miserable dying squeak covered by the beautiful silent song, A song more magnificent than a symphony. Imarvel at the Ultimate Power, at the Ultimate Song. CRAIG STARK THE SEA Clashing waves, angry skies, prominent clods of earth: A proud sight, a euphoria to any naturalist: On calm humility rolls the dawn: Pale the shore line, glistening with nature's bliss: Gifts of life - from the sea I, the beholder of such beauty. Feel the warmth of the sun. Bathed by nature's own breath Sifting through turbulent rushes. I AM the SEA. GLOR BROWN THE GREAT ETERNAL SUNBURST lrise in the morning amidst clouds of uncertainty: The air is dark and moist. Eternity has not yet awakened to the cowardly entrance of the priestly sun. lt is delinquent. lt will come with unknown grandeur. And paralyze our eyes. The orange globe sinks from oblivion And reveals its splendor to all who disbelieve. Crimson and vibrant it yields such illumination. Orange shadows cover the world In a blanket of love Without which all worlds would surely die. In the opaque prism of the universe, We forget all that is about us. We tend to take for granted that which is natural. The omnipotent Sol reaches down with hands of coral And touches our pained souls. And lights our dark future. And heals our sick and diseased. And gives hope to the poor and needy. And gladdens the sorrowful. And like a trance lt spreads over us and engulfs us in its mystery. Leaving us only as ignorant as we began. Coral and crimson and shades of topaze Gleam over the sea. Shadowy fire reflects in the mirrors of our ego. Perhaps we do not or cannot fathom such a Godly universe Where time and air and earth and grass and fire and smoke and life and death and love and war and blood and tears and fear and vengeance and hate and disgust and dignity and unworthiness and hearts and souls and passion and indifference Can all be one and the same. Can be ignored and pushed aside Like rotten fruit. Surely in this neon world of boundless and uncensored emotions We should see the futility of our blood The uselessness of our sweat! And the grime of our tears! But we come again to the great orange ball Without which we would not exist. The great eternal sunburst. The great universal premier. The great eternal sunburst. LORRAINE BROOKS

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