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"Bluuuuurgh!
Louise Wetherbee Phelps Upper Division Award Winner
by Tom Breihan
From the writer: This piece is my attempt to bite the style of my favorite creative nonfiction writer, David Foster Wallace, especially his experiential postcards. I wanted to aimlessly explore this phenomenon going on in Syracuse that I think is just endlessly fascinating. I did my best not to include a thesis or any sort of structure, but I’m afraid that stuff may have emerged anyway.
From the teacher, Anne Fitzsimmons: "Bluuuuurgh" is Tom Breihan’s final
project in a WRT 422 Studies in Creative Nonfiction course entitled "Writing
with Peripheral Vision." As he interrogates the phenomenon of straight-edge hardcore,
Tom deftly weaves together on-site observation, personal experience, and musical
history. He also experiments with some of the conventions of creative nonfiction
we had identified in class: shifts in time frame, stylistic innovation, and
idiosyncratic perspective.
From the editor, Amy Dickinson: Tom’s is more than a personal essay. He weaves history, anecdote, and actual experiential research into a piece that reads like a story and, at the same time, investigates something of a sociological phenomenon, the formation of collective identities. And, once or twice (okay, or more), I laughed my ass off.
Four white guys stand on stage in jeans and T-shirts playing a
song called "When Joy Kills Sorrow." It’s a loud, brutal song played with intense
precision and no apparent structure. A few kids near the front of the stage
are dancing. They windmill their arms, frantically punching air. It all seems
bizarrely choreographed, like these kids have spent hours in their rooms practicing.
It looks hard. They wheel around frantically, a blurry simulacrum of physical
chaos, spinning out into some sort of karate jump-kick, then stopping for a
few seconds, then doing it again. They throw their backs into the s"
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