THE UPEI SUN,Thursday,Jan.25,19794page 8

This 'is the first in whatis hoped to be a long and successful tradition of the UPEI newspaper: a literary corner. Presently, a writing group of approximately ten members has been formed on campus whose principle concern is writing, anywhere from poetry to editorials on a variety of topics. The group intends to submit materials to the paper at least every second issue and sincerely feels that the paper and student body as well can benefit from sud) a contributim. If anyone on campus would like to join the group or is itching to make their views huown cm a particular Stbject, please feel free to contact any of the writers represented in this week's editicn of the literary corner. This is a new idea for UPEI;hmever one which the group feels “can and should go a long way. Certainly the talent is available and it's in your best interests to exercise what you might have as a writer.

[AUGHTER IN THE HALLS [asong]

by Lenny Gallant

Well you speak to me of freedom, And you speak to me of truth.

But your eyes are full of teardrops Cause you’ve nothing left to lose. And the room is deadly silent

As you stare at empty walls,

But there ’3 laughter in the hallway, It don’t matter none at all.

Chorus :

Singin la la la . . . . . . .. '

Doesn’t anybody ever listen anymore. Singin la la la . . . . . . .. _

It seems as though I’ve heard that line a thousand times before.

The young man tips the bottle,

Till there ’3 nothing left to drink. And he reaches for the razor blade From the cabinet over the sink. And as the room swims round him, He thinks he hears her call.

But it’s laughter in the hallway, It isn’t her at all.

‘ Chorus .

Well the fat girl sitting in the bar

Just drank her weekly wage.

And she shouts and tells some bad jokes, But she 's holding back her rage.

Cause she really doesn't want to be so loud, But if she wasn't — would anyone call?

Or would she sit there in her lonely room Hearing laughter in the hall.

Chorus .

As he brushed his shiny medals

Into the mirror he did stare.

But the medals were not shining

And the hero wasn’t there,

Zhen he thought/he heard the voices

0f the thousands as they fall.

But his wife just reassured him “ \ It was laughter in the hall.

Singin la la la . . . . . . . . .. Doesn’t anybody ever listen anymore.

Singin la la la . . . . . . . . .. It seems as though I've smg that song

So many times before.

ISLAND AFTERNOON or THE TAILOF TWO RELICS'

by Judy Whitehead

Bloyce Coffin, Bob and Stanley sat silently drinking beer in the basement, each thinking on the Might of Man, his Wisdom, and his Power over other creatures. Bloyce had been given a kitten, a hand- some animal. Despite that fact, he had been named Relic, and considering subsequent happenings could not have been awarded anything more appropriate.

As Relic grew in size, so did his virility; his maleness became a threat to the well-being of the Coffin household. His approach to a room could be anticipated seconds in advance of his appearance, so that after only a few weeks of the cat's adult— hood,.the bungalow carried the aroma of a feline whore-house. . .

It had become urgently apparent that the only permanent solution to this problem was a surgical one, and although Bloyce sympathised - deeply with his cat’s dilemma and was therefore reluctant to submit him to the knife, his tolerance snapped the Saturday morning he discovered the soggy stinking interior of one of his beloved hockey . skates} so that within the hour, Bloyce, cat and rubber boot were in Dan Darrach's shed, a half ' bottle of rwn placed next to a sharpened penknife on top of the workbench. \ .

Dan was the local animal man, as adept at

wringing chickens' necks as he was at castrating cats.

He was a heavily built man, boisterous in manner * and loud of voice, but with a touch as gentle as a new mother 's,» and when Fortune arranged for a Dan Darrach to be in your neighbourhood, who in his right mind would drive forty miles into town to pay forty dollars to a fancy clinic?

So Bloyce and Dan shared the rum, and in their conpassion gave Relic a tot too. Soon his eyes rolled. Dan deftly Warded the cat the Order of the Boot - by upending him into the Wellington, leaving only the long tail visible to wave drunkenly above ' Relic ’s nether regions, for all the world looking like some new species of deap—sea"squid.fiiA Itiny ‘ incision above each neat furry ball,- a quick upward push of the thumb, and out popped the ado little sacs that had caused all the trouble. Two more cuts

'with the knife and the job was complete, snipping '

off forever Relic's wanderlust.

Bloyce nervously checked his fly,- and extracting Relic from the boot, mumbled his dazed thanks and left for hame.

. 'So_there they sat, Bloyce, Bob and Stanley, gaging quietly at Relic licking his wounds. Offer— ing their still intact male gratitude to. the one Above, who in his wisdom chose for them a hwnan existence, over one that could be so drastically altered by too inebriated minutes in a rubber boot-

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