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MASTHEAD

THE FLYING WALRUS

Editor in Chief -Sara Flemington

Assistant Editor - Jessica Bebenek

Health Editor -

Giorgio BerbatiotisArts Editor -

Christopher StagerLayout Designer -

Elise HaskellWebmaster -

Joshua Moore

All Photographs by Alex Clarke unless otherwise noted.

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EDITORIAL

MODERN MOURNINGby Sara Flemington

TABLE OF CONTENTS

WhenIwalkintothevisitation

andtheclosest,themosttrauma-tizedfamilymembersgreetmeand

directmyattentiontotheembalm-

mentjob.Theysay“ doesn’ tshelook

good?Theydidareallynicejobon

herface,” andtheycrackandsob

whileholdingmyarm,gazingdown

ather.OfcourseIfeelsad,butI

mostlyfeelnauseasandworriedthat

thisdeadbodyisgoingtosuddenly

situpinfrontofmewithitsarms

outgrabbingatmyface,orcome

wanderingintomydarkroomwhen

I’ mtryingtofallasleeplatertonight.

Igreettheotherfacesthathave

cometosaytheirfinalfarewellsto

theirdearlydeparted,somefamil-

iar,somestrangers,andgiveouta

plethoraofhugstopeopleIother-

wiseneverwouldhavetouched.I

answer,“ Alright,considering,” tothe

oddlydisplaced“ Howareyous” that

feelliketheymightbetrickques-

tions,andammostlynervousabout

dealingwiththe“ Ihaven’ theard

fromyouinages,” becauseifGod

isreal,I’ mwalkingaroundhishouse

beingjudgedonmyapparentinability

tokeepintouchwithextendedrela-

tives.

EveryonefindstheirplaceandI

takeyourseatnearthebacksothe

showcangetunderway,andIhear

parentstellingchildrenthat“ she’ s

goingtosleepnow,sheisgoingto

takealong,longnap.” Thepriest

whoneverknewherspeaksofher

kind,lovingsoul,saysthatsheloved

herfamily,herfriends,herneigh-

bours,andthenhersisterstands

uptospeak,andsaysshewasone

inimitablewild-childhippy,lovedte-

quilaanddancing,andwasthemostmasterfulpartyanimalthissideof

theprairies.Thesnifflesgrowexpo-

nentiallyamongstthepews.

Oncetheserviceendsandthe

needforconversationbeginsagain,

Iwonderifitisn’ tjustmewhohas

startedtothinkabouttheirown

funeral.Ilookaroundandimagineall

thelowvoicesandnoddingheadsare

asking:Whoisgoingtoshowupto

mine?Likereallyshowup,notjust

saytheywill?And,whoisgoingto

showupwithoutmakeuponbecause

theyknowtheywillbecryinginvol-

untarilythroughouttheentireservice,

andanytimeanyonelooksdirectlyat

them?Whatarepeoplegoingtosay

aboutme?Willthisbethedaythat

myparentsandclosefriendsfinally

havetheconversationsI’ vealways

fearedthemhaving?Andthensome

beginpointingouttotheirolder

offspringwhatistheywantattheir

owncelebration,thiskindofcasket,

thosekindsofflowers.Butalittle

morewiththerefreshments,thisisn’ t

aChineserestaurantdessertbuffet.

Somewhispertotheirspouses,“ I’ d

likeaclosedcasket,” or“ I’ dliketo

becremated,myashesscattered

overawaterfallcliffinHonolulu,” or

“ don’ tyoudaredressmeinahor-

ribleprimarycolourlikethat.”

WhenIfinallygethomeIlook

inthemirrorandtouchmycheeks,

andnoticeonlythesubtledifferences

betweenmyownsleep-deprivedcom-

plexionandtheformaldehydeglowof

herface,whichI’ vejustrealizedhas

beenburnedintomymind.Icount

howmanyyearsIprobablyhaveleft,

anddon’ tworrysomuchaboutthe

laundrypiledupinthecornerthat

IwasfrettingaboutbeforeIleft.I

thinkaboutTVoramovie.Ithink

aboutabook.Ithinkaboutwhatis

toneverthinkagain,andthenIsit

onthefloorandbegintowrite.

EDITORIAL 2 MODERN MOURNING 2 VOYEURISM EXPOSED 3 BETTER DITA 4

HEALTH 5 WE POO SO HARD CAUSE WE DRINK

SO MUCH 5

ARTS 7 YOU ARE SOMEONE WHO SHOULD

NOT EXIST, MJM 7 CHATHOUSE 8

POEMS 10 THE DISTINCTION 10

THE SKYLINE CIRCUS 11FOR MOURICE SENDAK 12BEFORE WE CHOOSE AN ENDING 13

PROBLEMS ON OPENING NIGHT 13TAKE HOME MENU 14NURSE ANGELA 14

NEWS 15 STONG COLLEGE NEWS 15



TheideaforLifeWrittencameto

meverysuddenly.“ WhatifIpub-lishedabsolutelyeverythingIwrote,”

readsthefirstpostonthesite

– ascanofmyjournal.Everything

– journalentries,texts,classnotes,

cheques,grocerylists.CouldIreally

exposemyselftotheworldsoutterly

withoutcompletelydestroyingmy

life,myrelationships,andmyfreedom

asawriter?

AndyetIcouldn’ tshakethe

idea.Itseemedsoimportant,es-

sential,asthoughIhadtopursue

it.Somanyideascomeandgoasa

writer,jotteddowninmynotebook

andthenlostforever.Butsomehow

thisfeltdifferent.Thenextmorn-

ingIbegantheproject,settingupa

sitethroughBlogSpotandcreatinga

thesisformyself:“ LifeWritten– An

ExperimentInWritingTheSelf.Where

doesawriterseparateherselffrom

herwork?Howmuchofourwriting

isourselves?Followmylifeinwords,

frominceptiontocompletion.Iwillbe

asfaithfulaspossibletorepresenting

theuncensoredself.”

TodayisDay14andtheques-

tionofself-censorshiphasunques-

tionablybeenthebiggestchallenge

sofar.IamproudtosaythatIdon’ t

thinkIhaveheldanythingbackyet,

buthowcanIbesure?Mywriter’ s

journalhasalwaysbeenasecret

placewhereIcouldrant,muse,and

mostimportantly,write.Iwasn’ tsure

howtofeelatfirstaboutexposing

mydeepest,mostgutturalwordsto

theworld,ifonlyonabarely-recog-

nizedblog.

ButI’ msurprisedtosaythatit

hasbeenfreeingexperiencesofar.Ihaven’ tencounteredanyreal-world

backlashasofyet,butIhaveto

wonderhowlongthingscancontinue

alongsopeacefully.Shortlybefore

beginningLifeWritten,Ibrokeup

withmylongtermboyfriendand

unexpectedlybegandatingmyband

mate.WitheverytextIsendhim

postedonthesite,ithasbeena

doublyintenseexperience,justwait-

ingformyextofindout.ButIcan’ t

helpbutfindthevoyeuristicgleeinit

all.Asafairlyopenpersontobegin

with,Ifindmyselfrevellinginthrow-

ingopenmyproverbialtrenchcoatto

theworld.

Asawritingprojectitself,Ithink

myattractiontotheideastemsfrom

itbeingsomuchaproductofthe

momentwelivein.Theonlywaythat

LifeWrittencouldeverexistisasa

blogorwebsite,updateddailywith

typedwords,scansofdocuments,

andpicturesofhandwrittensnippets.

Itisaconstant,faithfulrepresenta-

tionofmylifeasawriter,andasa

person,throughmychosenmedium—

words.

Iamsurprisedbyhowquickly

I’ vebecomeaccustomedtothe

ritual— theconstantrecordingandthehourortwoeachnightittakes

toeditandposteverythingtothe

site.I’ vereallybeguntorealizethe

astonishingamountofwordsthatI

write,type,andtexteachday.As

apartofourgenerationanddigital

culture,I’ vediscoveredthattypingis

reallysecondnaturetousall.Gone

arethedaysoffourhourphone

conversations.Textinghasplacedus

innear-constantcommunicationwith

eachother,and,asawriter,Ilove

it.Weareeachwritingthehistory

ofourrelationshipseverysingleday

withoutevergivingitathought.

Really,LifeWrittenhasbecome

theultimateextensionofmyown

aesthetic.Asmostwriterswill(or

won’ t)admit,everythingwewriteis

basedoffofourlifetosomedegree.

Ialwaysstrivetofindthetruthin

thewords,inhumannature— reality

isjustthenextstep.

SodespitetheweirdlooksIget

whenphotographingtheclassatten-

dancesheet,thehoursspentediting

textconversationsinsteadofwriting

essays,andthemultitudeoflegal

issuesI’ llnodoubtcomeupagainst,

I’ mgoingtokeepitup.LifeWrit-

tenhasbecomemylife’ swriting.So

whoknows,maybeonedaysomeone

Idon’ tknowwilllearnmyname,

amongotherthings,andI’ llknowI’ ve

reallymadeitbigasawriter.

www.lifewrittenproject.blogspot.com

VOYEURISM, EXPOSEDby Jessica Bebenek

As a writing project itself, I think myattraction to the idea stems from itbeing so much a product of the mo-

ment we live in.

EDITORIAL



BETTER DITTAby Rachel Ying



Youjustknowwhenareallybad

sick-pooiscoming.Youstartsweat-ing.Youfeelitinsidemovingaround

andbrewing.Youfeeltheshitslowly

starttomovetoyourbutthole.Your

stomachgargles,butyouknowyou

aren’ tholdinginareallyriskyprairie

dogthatcouldsolidlypokeinand

outofyourcornhole.Nope,you’ re

holdinginawet,explosiveHiroshima

motherfucker.

Soyou’ reabouttositonthe

toiletandpissfromyourass.There

mightbetheinitialforcefulpuff

soundrightbeforeyoushootout

semi-solid,but

definitelyliquid

poo,andthen

thiswillbefol-

lowedbyslow,

burningdribble.

It’ soneofthose

shitsthatyou

justwannatake

offallyour

clothesfor.Andaftertheinitialshit,

youwillsitthereinagony,rocking

backandforthasthestinkyair-bub-

bleinsideyourstomachexpandsthen

pops,shootingoutNagasaki.

Butthepaindoesn’ tgoaway.

Peeingmaygiveyouaeuphoricfeel-

ing,butyouarepeeingintoawet

pooey-waterbattlefield.Youthinkfor

somereasonthatpullingonyourdick

mightmakeyoufeelalittlebetter.

Oryouwipethedripsthathangon

withtoiletpaper.

Now,whatifthisisallhappening

inapublicwashroom?Abarwash-

room?Whatifyoucan’ tdoanyof

this?WhatifyouHAVEtogohometopoo?Whatifhomeistoofar?

Whatareyou

supposedtotell

yourfriends?

Youshouldn’ t

havetolivelike

this.

Soyouget

inthatwash-

room,andyou

havetowipe

thefreshpissof

theseat,orflushthepoothatissit-

tinginthetoilet

withoutanytoilet

paperaccompany-

ingit.Howcan

thatpersonbe

soconfidentthat

theydon’ thave

towipe?Dothey

checkatall?And

whydotheyjust

leaveitun-flushed?Justtobeanar-

rogantasshole?

Anyway,so

thenyouhave

toplacethetoi-

letpaperdown,

andmaybe

throwsomeTP

inthetoiletto

softentheblow.

Spraybackis

theworse.And

whiledoingallofthisyouaredancing

aroundtryingnottheshityourself.

Youfartalot.Youcansmellyourself.

Yourecognizethatsicksmell.You

knowyourunderweariswetfrombuttsweatandclearfartjuicethat

hasleakedout,but

itisn’ tpoo,andit

isn’ tashart.

Youfinish

pooing,andfeel

thateuphoricfeel-

ingofpeeingand

pooingatthesame

time– theexiting

ofthebody.You

startwiping.There

isbloodfromtheoveruseofyour

sphinctermuscletoday.Ithurts.You

pulloffbitsofpoostucktoyour

butthair.Youliftupyourgenitals

toseeifyoumissedanything.Then

younoticeyourpantsaretouching

thebaseofthetoilet.Fuck.There

wasdefinitelypissthere.Youwonder,

afterthemagnitudeofthispoo,do

youwashyourhandsbeforetouching

yourclothes(ifyoucan)?

Whenitisfinallyover,youwash

upandexitthewashroom.Butyour

buttfeelssticky

fortherestof

thenight,andyou

starttoanticipate

thebeershitsthat

willwakeyouup

thenextmorning.

WE POO SO HARD CAUSE WE DRINK SO MUCHby Christopher Adam Stager

There is blood from the overuse of your sphincter muscle

today. It hurts.

HEALTH

So you’re about to sit on thetoilet and piss from your

ass.

How can that person be socondent that they don’t

have to wipe? Do they checkat all?



ARTS



“ Doyouknowthekindofdisgustingper-

vertsthatareoutthere?Doyou?Doyouknowwhatthey’ lldotoyou?” Pamelastareddownat

hertwelve-year-olddaughter,Angel.“ Theworld

weliveinisdisgusting.Talkingtopeopleonline

isdangerous,Angel.Youdon’ tknowwhothey

are!Theycansaythey’ reanyone,anyoneatall!

Youcouldthinkyou’ retalkingtoafriendand

it’ sreallysomefifty-year-oldpaedophilewhowill

traceyouraddressandcomeandfindyouand

rapeyou.I’ mnotkidding,Angel.It’ sdangerous.I

don’ twanttocatchyouonthatchatsiteagain.

Doyouhearme?”

Angelnodded.Herupturnedfacewasmoony

andpale,hercheekscoatedinbeigefreckles.

“ Don’ tmakemetakeawayyourlaptop.You

knowit’ sforschool.”

Pamelaturnedonherheelandsaunteredinto

thekitchen,herpurplehotpantspoppingagainst

herfluffy,platinumbob.

Angellookedtoherlefttowardstheopen

laptopsittingonthecrowdedkitchentable.The

imageofakittennuzzlingaChristmasornament

bouncedfromedgetoedgeofthescreen.She

unpluggedthelaptopandcarriedittoherroom,

sittingcross-leggedandhunchedoverthescreen

onherworn,whiteduvet.

SheopenedInternetExplorerandclickedonthe“ Neopets” tabfromherbookmarks.

Theblank,blackscreenslowlyloaded,apic-

tureofapixelatedwhitehouse,pink-roovedand

picket-fencedappearedingradients.

WelcometoChatHouse

Sheclickedonthe“ Teens” tabandentered

the“ TeenFlirt” chatroom.Sheenteredhernick-

name:BryBry.

Theroomwasnearlyfullandthepubliccon-

versationwasactive.Thenamesofthechat-terswereapeachycoralagainsttheblack,their

wordswhite.

Shenoticedchristeeny13wasstillonline.

BryBry

>PMtochristeeny13:hey;)a/s/l?

christeeny13

>PMtoBryBry:hiya:Purbacklol

>PMtoBryBry:13/f/torontou?

BryBry

>PMtochristeeny13:lolya

>PMtochristeeny13:32/m/toronto

>PMtochristeeny13:urintorontotoo?where?

iminmississauga

christeeny13

>PMtoBryBry:hahanoway,uknowimnotsup-

posedtotalktostrangers:Pimdefinitelynot

gonnatelluwhereilive

>PMtoBryBry:sowutsanoldmanlikeudoing

onhere?:P

BryBry

>PMtochristeeny13:oldpeoplerboring:Plolimyoungatheart

>PMtochristeeny13:iveseenuinhereb4tho

:)useemnicesoiwantedtochatmorewu.im

brianbtw

christeeny13

>PMtoBryBry:hahaimnice;P

>PMtoBryBry:imchritine.callmecrissytho;)

CHATHOUSEby Jessica Bebenek

ARTS



ARTS

>PMtoBryBry:sowutruupto?

BryBry

>PMtochristeeny13:heycrissy;)ilikethat

name

>PMtochristeeny13:idontliketalkingtou

withoutseeingurfacetho.iwant2gettoknow

u.pic?

christeeny13

>PMtoBryBry:kk,butdontshowne1:P>PMtoBryBry:<fileattachment>

BryBry

>PMtochristeeny13:mmulooktoogood;P

>PMtochristeeny13:herethisisforu

>PMtochristeeny13:<fileattachment>

>PMtochristeeny13:ulike?

christeeny13

>PMtoBryBry:<3<3<3omgurripped:P

>PMtoBryBry:ilike;)

BryBry

>PMtochristeeny13:mmhmmilikewutisee

too

>PMtochristeeny13:imgettinghardjustfrom

thatpicusent...

“ Angel?!Honey,comeinhere.KD’ sdone.”

Angellookedupfromthescreen,herpalms

pressedflattothekeyboard.

christeeny13

>PMtoBryBry:ohya?;)wutruthinkinabout?

BryBry

>PMtochristeeny13:imthinkinigottagonow

babe.ucomebackformoretomorrow?

christeeny13

>PMtoBryBry:awyruteasingme:(

BryBry

>PMtochristeeny13:uwaitformelikeagoodlil

girl.illttytomorrow.itllbeworthitbabeiprom-

ise;)

>PMtochristeeny13:iluvthatpicusent

christeeny13>PMtoBryBry:illbethinkinofuallnite

Angelclickedonthe“ Facebook” tabfromher

bookmarks.Sheerasedherrecenthistoryand

closedthelaptop.

“ Angel!”

Angelwentintothekitchen.Shewalkedupto

thecounterandpickedupherblueceramicbowl.

“ Whatwereyoudoing?” Pamelaheldhergreen

bowlandleanedagainstthecountertoshovea

forkfulintohermouth.

AngellookedatPamelathroughlarge,round

glassesandliftedtheteaspoontoherlips.

“ Youknowyouhavehomeworkbeforebed.

You’ regoingtoshowmetoo.”

Angelchewedslowlyandswallowed.

“ Comeon.Simponsareon.”



POETRY

0

Theweeklybusinessofchickenwings

isatediouscraft.Atastebudtrialanderror,

fillinginflavours,

andavoidingstickyfingers.

BloodyCaesar:

itissaidthatCaesarwassprinkledwithparmesancheese

hotbloodspouting

asteethstab

hismeat.

HotBlonde:

attractivegirls

aresecretlymadeofbluecheese,

theirhotsaucesuckingonyourbottomlip.

Desperado:

makesyouwishthatyourchaps

wereass-less.

PuckerupBaby:

fortheworstkissfromachickenwing

youwilleverdiscern.

Canadian:

thechefthinkshe’ sfunnybecausehisnationalwing

isteriyaki.

LastSamurai:

Wingswieldkatanas

slicingmylipsintopoignantshreds.

MidnightExpress:

mesquiteme,baby

takemetoyouresophagus

ontheexpresslovin’ train

Hephaestus:

slamminghishammer

heflattensCaesar,whowasn’ tgreek

butatleasttheheatandbarbequewillhide

thechef’ smisconception

WingsGoneWild:

creolemustard

ispornographic

ifyouturnitonjustright.

TAKE HOME MENUby Kelly Paoli



POETRY

THE SKYLINE CIRCUSby Dylan Wagman

i

Gravediggerspushearthintopiles,nexttopiles,nexttopiles:

Overnighttombstonesidentifythedead.

Theyplowbelowsole-shapedpaths,

Severedstumpsandguttedroots.

Thesecranesarehungry,tamingthewildwood.

Puppeteers,pullandrelease

Slabsandsteelfoundations.

Theskylinecircus,

Bringingplayerstoacrowdedscene,

Eachtoppledontheother’ sshoulders.

ii

Aparkinggarageontheroofofhell

Wheredemonizeddrughoundslurkforunsulliedprey.

Apenthouseinthebasementofheaven,

Withangelicagentssnortinglinesofcirruscloud.

Abridgeofelevatorssmoothesthetransition.

Theearthhasbeendisplaced

Forcedtoroam,barren.

Theskyhasbeenphotographed,

Foldedupanddocumented.

Theseahasbeenbottledandbar-coded.

Howtheyscurryabouttheircustomkitchens,

TakingtheirT.V.nourishment,

Makingmicrowaveentertainment.

Thenightskyistheneighbouringcondo

Andthestarsgooutateleven.



You’ dsitonthatrateatenchair

inthekitchenatnightwritingRachelandAdulterousWomanbetterparts.

They’ dweardarkoceansofmascara

inyourhands&lookrightstreal.

Orprancenakedintheforestmoonlight

todrinkwaterwithdeer.

I’ dfollowyourhoofprintstoHaha

onthehilltovisitthefolks

&youwashyourhandsinthestream

beforeyougo--&oh,lookingback,

howyoursilverhaircaught

thewindandswamlikeaschool

ofminnows.

Afterthedoughboysgoonthestew

you’ dsitinyourchair,closeyoureyes

toMozartandsigh,&Iknow,youlove

Mozartwithallyourheart.Myburlykiss

onyourbrow.Again,inbedIheardthedoor

click.

You’ dprowlthenighttilthesky

wentperiwinkle,cominghomefromthe

funkholewhispering,“ Icanspeakwormnow”

ButatnightIdon’ twonderwheremyloveis,

ifyour’ rehangingDickinsonfromthetrees

inyourdringle-wayordrainingtheheel-taps

fromthetable--becauseonenightIwoke,

&Isawyouspringingoverthemountains.

FOR MAURICE SENDAKby Matthew Walsh

POETRY

0



POETRY

BEFORE WE CHOOSE AN ENDINGby Sara Flemington

Everythingwewillneedtotakeintoconsideration.

Thechoicesthatalwaysseemsoeasyfromadistance.

Therainthathasgatheredinyourshoes

turnedwarmfromtheheatofyourbody.

Thefeelingofsomeoneyoulovepullingablanketup

andoveryourshoulders,whileyouaremostlyasleep.

Thewordsyourepeatoverinsilence,convincingyoutoforget

thewordsthatwerespokenaloudtellingyouthetruth.

Thedayyouawaketoablushingmist

afterfivedaysofunbrokenrain.

Bringingabooktoyourfacewitharedolenceofhushednights.

Onelightoff,calmsteadyclock,andtomatosouponthestove.

Theslipofanarmencirclingyourwaist,

holdingdownyourdreamsstirredbythealarm.

Thewayaplaceyouhaveneverbeenhauntsyou

onceyoutrusteverythingaroundyouhassettled.

Thewaylookingupwardsmakesyouforget

anythingdownbelowyourshoulders.

Thesensationoftryingonanotherperson’ sclothes

thatyoualwaysseethemwearing.

Whenthedetailsbecomefilledin

andyoupreferwhatyouwereimagining.

Knowingforsureyouarefinallyfallingintosleep

afterlyingunsureinthemostdramaticheat.



ARTS

4

NURSE ANGELAby Sara Flemington

Angela’ sbathrubscertainlydoexhilarate-fragrantgrape,hypnoticivory,juve-

nilekicks,&lavishmeltdowns.Neglected,old,pasty,&quivering,Rufussnails

toundress.Virilewashwater,xtacy,yearningzeal.Anchoredbeneathcharis-

maticdisposition,eyesferventglaciers,herintimatejoltskilllament,making

neworchards,pleasing,&quiltingrawskinthick,&unashamed.Vertebra,waist,

xquisiteyoungzest.

PROBLEMS ON OPENING NIGHTby Matthew Walsh

Allbawdychorus-girlsdaydreamenviously

forgoldenheels.IgnoringJustine’ skissable

lips,myneuroticobservationspanic,quiterightly,

stagetechnicians-useless!Veronica,

worriedxenophobe,yellowing,zig-zagging...



ARTS

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