The Sturges Script: A Love Letter to Art
The OWU English Department Blog
The Rocky Mountains,
You are gripping in the way your flowers taste
and your wind hits.
Your lush forests obtain a darkness
that can only be tamed by the melting sun.
You are haunting as the whispers from the trees
transcend to a birds song.
They tell me you are vast and dangerous
and I believe them for I have seen your harsh nature,
but where else could my song be sung the loudest.…
An aluminum vehicle that is able to fly by gaining support from the air–this is what the word plane used to mean to me. I thought about them when one flew above me in the blue summer sky, a tiny greyish shape that inevitably leads anyone with a fertile imagination to indulge in a thousand theories about who the strangers in the sky are, where are they coming from and where they are going, and why it is I will never meet them.…
I can’t tell you the first time I saw one. At age 11, I had no idea what they were, but I had been living among them for years. They showed themselves in a variety of forms and had slowly begun to take over my world. But it was not until I had started middle school that I learned they had a name… memes.…
If I had to recommend something that every English major should do before they graduate it would be to go on a literary pilgrimage. My mother read me the first Harry Potter book when I was in fifth grade and I have loved the books and movies ever since. Last year I went to London with my mom and I turned a mother-daughter trip into a hunt for Harry Potter book and film sites.…
Dear Mystery Novels,
I have missed you so much since our last meeting. My longing to be reunited with you only grows stronger each day, and I often find myself looking to our past for solace. It feels like only yesterday that I first laid eyes on you.
You appeared to me in the form of Encyclopedia Brown, and it was love at first clue.…
As a writing exercise, I was once told to pick someone in the room and describe them — what they wore, what they looked like, how they spoke, how they moved — and then to invent a “why” for each observation. Why is he wearing that shirt? Because he keeps forgetting to do laundry and this was the last shirt that didn’t smell rancid.…
There’s no shortage of seriousness in the modern landscape of creative nonfiction. Week after week, The New York Times’ Bestsellers List exalts narratives exploring the horrors of our world: Ta-Nehisi Coates’s Between the World and Me at 84 weeks on the list, Jeannette Walls’s The Glass Castle at 436 weeks on the list, and Bryan Stevenson’s Just Mercy at 119 weeks on the list, to name a few.…
On a warm evening in early September, approximately eighty Ohio Wesleyan Students and eighty faculty members gathered in the Benes Rrooms for the school’s first Diversity Summit. The two dozen round tables were littered with small yellow pads and pens, boxed dinners, and signs with labels proclaiming such topics as “coalitions across student groups,” “Faculty and Staff collaboration,” and “Intersectionality.”…
Bright lights, spinning wheels, ice cream at every corner, and more toys then your heart could desire. Children covered head to toe in unknown sticky substances, while drinking sugar water and shuffling through the dirt roads in awe of everything around them. What more could a kid ask for. The Delaware Fair was heaven on earth.…
I talk about the fact that I’m from Portland often, with much chagrin from my Midwest-native friends. In my mind, Portland has always been the heartbeat of the Pacific Northwest, a concrete blossom among some of the most creative and bold people in the world. The city has always felt electrically alive.…