Monsters
In this October edition, the works portrayed focus on the representations of the monster and the intangibility of what these interpretations offer. The figure of the monster as a fictional entity mirrors society’s fears for the purpose of unsettling the audience. It forces the onlooker to deal with the uncanny, the bizarre, or the horrific directly. The works in this edition are the students’ examinations of these fears.
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artistic representations of
the novel "Aura" by
Carlos Fuentes
NarRA
tives
Dolorem et vindictam
by Penélope Macías
Entre las olas y las Sombras
by Luis D. Rodriguez Padila
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Poemario
“Wendigo encounter”
The heart of the forest, home of the wicked.Where lost souls ponder in distress,I follow its trails, with longing desperation,running and taking the blood off my hands.I stop myself every now and then,just to ask myself, “did I cross the line again?” Drained by the usual way of civilian life,I yearn to please myself, for a moment.My mind inferno, deep inside,just keeps feasting on my tempted crimes.I’m on my knees, surrounded by the darknessOf the void, a place with no better intentions. But I look up, to see a creature of great terror,A beast, the worst version of myself, lost in the trenches.A Wendigo, so they call the dreaded monster.A nightmare form in human flesh,
Whose vicious hooves, deer-like antlers,and soulless eyes lead me to a familiar fate.A corrupted mind, fueled by misconceptions,Weighted down by a common past mistake. If I could tell us apart, and admit we were sane,Maybe I wouldn’t have to realizeThat there’s no denying it, we're one and the same.What does it want? Who does he need?Maybe it looks for someone who is just like me?A mind so fragile, held by its weakness,Driven by temptation, to please itselfWith inhumane urges for happinessOver the torment of others, just for oneself. He and I are one, and he wants me to be like him.Maybe it wants me to please myself every now and then,not to be afraid to cross the line once again.