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I I I I I I Happy SeerePariaa Day | Happy neoepaioniaae Day i Happy Aaai^erita Day Happy Eeaaar Day Happy Typiata Day Happy Otarical Day | Happy Cookie Day/ ^ _ o> Mark Baldridge is a Daily Nebraskan Arts & Entertainment senior reporter. They Return to the Roller Rink in Dreams The laser hit that mirrored ball cutting the room to constellations. We took the same step forward every time and I said Real life should always be like this; in these imperfect circles and with music to go round to. You laughed, and shook back hair I had forgotten it was so long Sartor Hamann Jewelers Diamonds Put The Sparkle In Her Eyes Engagement rings priced from $195 "For the price, quality, and selection ” Downtown Gateway 12th & “O” Street jewelers Ma|, ' Special ntudcnt financing nvnilablc Terry Oberst is a graduate student at UNL His poems have appeared in a number of Journals. Justin: A tiny weal of flesh still wailing for your mother’s womb. You are stunned by the strangeness of it all; you cry in a code you may never decipher. I claim your body’s dark hunger. I can almost understand. And I imagine you, years from now, clutching this garland of words, wondering how a man could have loved the bright emeralds of your eyes without having first seen them. But for now, Justin, sleep tight. May this poem ripen when you harvest your dreams before the scythe of oncoming night. Gentle Blossomer For my father The cold stars of Colorado, memory, a rumpled sleeping bag; In the half-dance of those embers, I watched you kneel and pray. Years later, past your prime, you are still, at heart, an unemployed scout master. By days, you practice the physician’s art. But at night, you dream the plainness of Nebraska into flannel shirts and ankle boots, the starless gasp of a mountain dawn. And I, some ripe cocoon, hung between your love and your prayers, could burst into butterfly. Father, Gentle Blossomer, let us kneel and pray. here lived in Westphalia in the castle of the Baron of Thunder - Ten - Tronck, four young people. They were very happy because they knew they were living in the best of all possible castles in the best of all possible countries in the best of all possible worlds. The happiest of them all was the noble youth CANDIDE ♦ ♦ ♦ University Theatre presents Leonard Bernstein's award-winning musical CANDIDE Book by Hugh Wheeler adapted from Voltaire Lyrics by Richard Wilbur John LaTouchc Slcphcn Sondheim April 16-24 at 8pm Howell Theatre Temple Bldg - 12th & R « MMWHmr« NMMKAHMOOM For Tickets! * 472-2073 Between Noon and 5pm. M-F and from 5pm to 8pm on nights of performance * Cinnamon Dokken graduated last December from UNL A Prostitute Models for Lautrec The apples in the blue bowl sit on my wooden table unaware of changing seasons. Their shines light up the wall behind them that holds my painting of the sky-blue woman with the sea-green hair raining down her back. She looks at the apples as if they are companions whose songs or conversation she appreciates but does not depend upon. She is aware that time passes as the daylight dies, that in the wind, even the oaks scratch their way up the side of the house, clawing for the sky. In the brushstrokes, she is a beauty free of hunger » . A beauty whose teeth will never crush the taut, fresh skin of the fruit.