When was the last time you climbed a tree? If the answer is more than a few months ago, then you need to read this. It’s a matter of utmost importance. Your courage and whimsy depend on it. Climbing trees is medicine for your mental health. If you ever feel sad, overwhelmed, burnt out, depressed, […]
swamp poem (i) we came to see gators of course but saw ourselves in a new wetness. this is an environment, different than we’ve known. in a new place you learn fastest at first, a child adapting to challenges, joys. everything touches me; i give body. on the other side of the imprint i feel […]
Sundazzles enormous stretch across the surface Of the Charles River, informing ripples From the sun through space directly splashing Upon the water of my eye to the depths Of this woven candle, this riverring starstuff. We are the ones learning now, we living Blood of the spirit, ancestors of the moment, Brainvessels beating an experience […]
The Harvard Undergraduate Psychedelic Club hosted a series of trippy, serious, and deeply fascinating events for their first annual Psychedelic Week from March 30 to April 4. A beat reporter was on the scene. This is not, however, a traditional news piece, since the reporter was involved with the organization. The inescapable entanglement between subject […]
you stir and i respond (for a puppy) you stir, and i respond… to press upon you tenderly my love, to bless life and growth like breath on fire, to wash my hands over you with so exactly the pressure of god, as i would want the hands of creation to wash over me, and […]
I discovered the Dawn Redwoods the old-fashioned way: by walking a new path. I’d been climbing my favorite tree in Harvard Yard, the Emerson Tree, looking out over the crisscrossing pathways in the yard between Sever and the gate facing the Art Museums. I wanted to walk towards the Littauer Tree near the Science Center, […]
“Treetises” is a column where I discuss the best trees to climb around Harvard’s campus. I wrote three Treetises—“The Best Tree in Harvard Yard,” “The Tree Trials,” and “Perchin”—during my junior fall, six years ago, in 2018. I left school after that year because I wanted to hitchhike and write. I didn’t plan on taking […]
Weak I can still go to the river. Weak I can still let myself Go where the river flows. This is the freedom I needed— to return this adventure to well-worn waters. Skinvessel I am pulled together as but one temporary wetness,tightly. This is to witness, this […]
Harvard as Moloch By AIDAN FITZSIMONS The political-economic structures of power in society form the bones and tendons of “culture.” The fact that “counterculture” has itself been folded into our general culture signifies the failure of its motivating politics. The narrativized Sixties were not really about flower crowns or tie-dye or even […]
Pruned A Poem By AIDAN FITZSIMMONS Figurine trees pose in the college yard, unclimbable, unfurling branches just above human reach, ungraspable. Today I studied one, circling softly, squirrel mind loud, searching for those subtle stairs only simians sense. They should be there; instead, there’s only stark featureless bark and dead gnarled nubs, wood belly […]
