Smith College students have as much loyalty and affection for the house that they live in while on campus as they do for the college itself.
It is so great to explore some events in the five college consortium. Last week an Australian director/creator of visual based theater, Fleur Elise Noble, gave a talk at Amherst. She described how she ended up creating her work, what inspired her etc. It was really great to listen to her and see the development of her work from earlier stages until now. It is fascinating how she brings 2D images from a flat screen into 3D space, giving them totally different power to communicate with an audience.
Before coming to Smith I never really made an effort to talk to people I did not know well enough. There were my friends and then everyone else. There was no middle category between my close friends and strangers. However, here I started to be inspired by so many people that I became more brave to make a first step to start conversations.
Jessie accidentally came into a dance studio, where I was just improvising. I happened to have my camera with me, so I asked her if I could take her pictures while she danced. Jessie was happy to work with me. We ended up having a great conversation and I loved taking pictures of her. Now I am working on my final film project for my class and I got so inspired by Jessie that I ended up asking her to play in my film. I am so glad that she accidentally came into the studio that day. Before Smith I would have just walked out of the studio and let her practice her piece. It definitely requires certain courage to start a conversation with strangers and I am glad that I’ve acquired that skill here.
I went to Stuart Fuchs’ concert on Saturday. It was amazing! He is a great musician and also brings an element of fun in his performance. Stuart communicated with audience like he was talking to his friends. We even sang and tapped along during some songs. Also, he played three minute meditation music, which was relaxing and distressing.
I am looking forward to attending more music performances this year!
Did you know that Smith has a circus club? The Bearded Ladies was founded by our students and is open to anyone interested in circus. I got to learn about the club because usually the members come practice while I work by the rock climbing wall. They are always having a lot of fun plus acquiring fascinating skills.
My favorite class this semester is a film-making class. We are working on our first film this weekend. I decided to mark some scenes with a photo camera before started actual shooting because we are working with a film camera and I will not be able to edit scenes. So I started thinking about my scenes even before I got the video camera. The picture shows one of my first scenes. The idea of the film focuses on Maurice Merleau-Ponty’s following quote: “We must therefore rediscover, after the natural world, the social world, not as an object or sum of objects, but as a permanent field or dimension of existence.”
I found this great website! There are tips about everything you need to know about Smith: shopping, food, houses, clubs and organizations and etc. It is a great way for both new and prospective students to explore opportunities at Smith.
Next Tuesday a poet, Yusef Komunyakaa, is coming to Smith! I am really excited to hear his poems and listen to what he has to say to us. I can’t wait…:) Believing in Iron is one of his poems in case you are curious about his works:
The hills my brothers & I created Never balanced, & it took years To discover how the world worked. We could look at a tree of blackbirds & tell you how many were there, But with the scrap dealer Our math was always off. Weeks of lifting & grunting Never added up to much, But we couldn't stop Believing in iron. Abandoned trucks & cars Were held to the ground By thick, nostalgic fingers of vines Strong as a dozen sharecroppers. We'd return with our wheelbarrow Groaning under a new load, Yet tiger lilies lived better In their languid, August domain. Among paper & Coke bottles Foundry smoke erased sunsets, & we couldn't believe iron Left men bent so close to the earth As if the ore under their breath Weighed down the gray sky. Sometimes I dreamt how our hills Washed into a sea of metal, How it all became an anchor For a warship or bomber Out over trees with blooms Too red to look at.