Essay from Jaylan Salah
The Unsaid/ The Other
Female Monstrosity, Menstruation and Feminine Awakening in Film
The female character has been depicted throughout the history of cinema in the form of various tropes. The “Other” woman, ever since the time of the female vamp has been always a challenge; used in the stark comparison to the good girl image; the doting wife, the female role model and the female archetype of beauty vs. ugliness, madness or evilness. Women have always been depicted in the “Otherly” autre form whether through traditional religious scripture which then transcended to the early forms of art.
The female body has been handled with care for many years either through glorifying its sexuality or playing on its vulnerability. In a teenage flick like “The Breakfast Club” the two female protagonists –the beautiful, pampered Claire and the introverted, outcast Allison– are pitted against each other, with the Claire model significantly winning over Allison’s, when the latter takes after the more “accepted” feminine, Claire-like model to gain the admiration and romantic interest from the handsome athlete Andrew. In a very uncomfortable scene in the eponymous “Carrie – 1976”, menstruation and reaching womanhood are associated with acquiring supernatural powers. Blood is used as a symbol of both empowerment and alienation for our female protagonist. In the scene where a repressed Carrie discovers menstruation for the first time could be seen in parallel with the scene where the bucket of pig blood is thrown from high above down on her as she receives her prom queen title. She is dethroned in the most demeaning, humiliating way, and her initial discomfort with blood is linked to the emergence of her femininity as a sign of bodily maturation.
Poetry from Dee Allen
Chinese Apple
Full, round, organic
Little oddity the colour
of blood
Piques my interest
when others pass it over.
Holding it in one hand —
Firm —
Peeling away its
layered hide with
the other —
Tough —
This unusual gift from
Asia’s orchards has no
flesh, making it
All the more unusual.
Little rubies inside
Eye-catching, enticing
enough to
Taste.
I savor the seedjuice
with each bite,
Carrying the same flavour
Most romances have:
Bittersweet.
— For Jennifer barone.
Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope
Poetry from Lauren Ainslie
Blessing
You stand, still and calm,
waiting for me,
waiting for something.
The proud ridges curving above your eyes make you look disapproving,
I am not in the mood to be disapproved.
There is dust on your scalloped feathers, dust in the crevices of your eyes.
Your short wick is clean and whole, the crown of your head smooth and unmelted.
Even as a child I knew not to disturb your beauty
and you have waited since then.
Waited with your yellow wings folded at your side,
And the thought of you melting away without ever flying
made the dust settle like first snow.
I am afraid to pick you up,
afraid that the warmth of my hands will smudge
your delicate wax feathers.
You are a blessing, but a sad one,
because I do not need you
I will never light you
but you look nice amongst my books.
Poetry from Kaia Hobson
“sunlit molecules”
I have never
wanted to breathe
in those
crepuscular rays
illuminating the coruscant dust
that does not float
down to earth
like the leaves outside
and suddenly
I wonder
if time matters to those particles
always drifting
until perhaps
the dew that hangs
on my cloudy window
and remain
till they
d i s s i p a t e







