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VOLUME I, ISSUE IV
Getting to Know You
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LOST PIECE
an undergraduate journal of letters
VOLUME I, ISSUE IV
Getting to Know You
Stephen Lechner
Editor in Chief
Raymond Korson
Supporting Editor
Josef Kuhn
Conor Rogers
Editors
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Table of Contents
Lost Piece: Issue IV
Something of a Mission Statement
From the Editors ....................................................................................5
Meet the Writers
Lost Piece................................................................................................6
Searches
Stephen Lechner......................................................................................8
In Search of Myself
Daniel O’Duffy.......................................................................................12
Lifeline
Claire Gillen...........................................................................................16
Man, According to Primo Levi
James C Dever........................................................................................17
And How He Is
Scott Posteuca..........................................................................................26
Bayview
William Stewart.....................................................................................30
Interpretations and Intersubjectivity
Mark Tancredi........................................................................................36
People By Day
Stephen Lechner......................................................................................41
Penury Everlasting
Nicholas Brandt......................................................................................46
A Portrait of T.S. Eliot
Josef Kuhn...............................................................................................48
A Girl Without A Country
Maria Santos..........................................................................................51
Goodbye
Javier Zubizarreta..................................................................................57
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Istum:
(Also called That Thing) Three
years ago, a group of friends
decided to get together every
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Searches
An Introduction
Stephen Lechner career of puzzle-piecing. But
Class of 2011
Editor-in-Chief I must confess: it wasn’t until
working on this journal that
I once heard someone de- I actually experienced this
scribe life as an autobiographical frustration literally. We had
dramatic narrative; I have yet to already decided on the name,
hear a description I like better. Lost Piece, and Ray and I were
It’s a story, simply put, and a piecing together a puzzle to
collection of stories—stories see how we liked it. To say we
from many places, distant and were shocked to discover that
varied, that come together there was, in the end, one piece
sometimes in patterns and missing does little to capture
sometimes in explosions, often the ridiculous situation in which
colorful, always mysterious. we found ourselves: there we
This issue can be better under- were, two editors of a new
stood if one knows the stories journal titled Lost Piece tearing
that pieced it together. I’d like apart the room trying to find
to tell some of those stories now. the lost piece to the journal’s
The first story concerns the cover on our first attempt
journal’s name, Lost Piece. I at piecing it together. The
don’t know if you’ve ever suc- irony was magnified when we
ceeded in assembling a puzzle, realized that the piece we were
a large puzzle, after hours looking for was, like the floor,
of fumbling with cardboard brown and that the two of us
wedges only to find a single are both colorblind. Needless
piece missing from the picture. to say, we never found it...
The frustration of such a Another story is, perhaps,
situation is, perhaps, enough more to the point. In the fall of
to justify an early end to one’s 2007, there was a freshman at
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In Search of Myself
An Essay
Daniel O’Duffy other minds – or my own – if
T
all I see are shadows dancing
on a cave wall? I ask, “what is
What am I? Science tells
love?” and I am told that it is
me that I am Homo sapiens,
like “like a red, red rose”. I ask,
constituted of atoms that form
“what is life?” and I am told that
cells shaped by billions of years
it is but “a brief candle”. These
of evolution, but this does not
answers, like anything encoded
answer my question. Though I
in language, can only flirt and
may zoom into my body with
flit with the truth, never truly
science and see my elements, I
encapsulating it. We are limited
am no closer to understanding
by language and experience
my innermost self. Throughout
to hear mere echoes of truth.
time, man has zoomed in on
Never will we be able to truly
himself with the intellect,
convey in words or show or say
questing for answers. From the
the secret of that which most
insight of the social sciences
fundamentally constitutes us.
to the wondrous perspicac-
The answers to human identity
ity of literature, humans have
may thus only be found with
recorded their attempts to find
introspection, not extrospec-
themselves. Through tracing
tion. Searching for myself, I
these thoughts, I marvel at the
will take as my guide the great
epic tapestry that illustrates the
philosophers, following their
human experience. I am enrap-
meditations. I ask myself, then,
tured when touching the mind
where I can be said to exist. The
of another… yet still I cannot
answer is apparent, Cartesian
grasp at the truth, the answers
in nature: I am that which asks
to those uniquely human ques-
what I am. I look to my mind.
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I read Hume and follow his can affect its angle somewhat,
gaze, peering into my con- as the wind does during a
sciousness. I try to make sense storm, but I am powerless to
of what I find but all is at sea, a prevent its inevitable descent.
tumultuous crashing of percep- Breathless, I retreat to normal-
tions, thoughts and feelings that ity, chastened. Is this all there
threaten to drown me under a is to humans – an ephemeral,
cascade of sensations. I try to elusory existence consisting
swim through it to locate the of no more than fleeting pas-
locus of being, but I am unable sions? Hume concluded thus,
to see through the perceptions denying the existence of ‘self ’.
that fall into my awareness Is this the end of my journey?
like shifting curtains of rain. I
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“The mental and the material are really here, but there is no person to
be found. For it is void and fashioned like a doll.” (Visuddhimagga)
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Lifeline
A Poem
Claire Gillen
Class of 2011
Philosophy Club
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His interpretation of the side of a barrier, crossing into the
passage points towards the unknown, driven by the human
similarity of their situation in impulse for meaning. Jean knows
the Lager to that of Ulysses, what the open sea means and
throwing himself on the other thus its particular relevance for
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The impact of this moment that he and Jean are engaging
is tremendous for Levi who in conversation seems to fill his
seems to have received a kind soul with an affirmation of his
of divine revelation about his own humanity. The essential
situation in the Lager as well difference between Levi’s search
as what it means to be a man. and that of Dante’s Ulysses
On Ulysses’ words, men follow is the role community plays
after knowledge and excellence, in deepening one’s ability to
pursuing the great questions of pursue knowledge and excel-
man’s existence in an attempt lence. Ulysses abandoned the
to discern meaning. On all of very members of his community
Levi’s descriptions, the Lager is that Levi emphasizes must be
essentially a place of dehuman- remembered. In engaging in
ization, breaking down what it the search for meaning with
means to be a man in the minds another Levi affirms the need
of the prisoners. The revelation for community and friendship.4
from Dante’s Ulysses that men
are made to seek after knowl-
edge and excellence and the way
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Except for cases of pathological incapacity, one can and must com-
municate…To say that it is impossible to communicate is false; one
always can. To refuse to communicate is a failing; we are biologically
and socially predisposed to communication, and in particular to its
highly evolved and noble form which is language. All members of the
human species speak, no non-human species knows how to speak.12
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reason about these things in the author, Levi invites the reader
Lager, shared communication is to become participant in those
another way in which humanity experiences and engage the text
may be retained. This is the as a living strand of conversa-
fact of man’s life on earth that tion on what it means to be
Dante’s Ulysses neglected. human. His reconstructions of
In separating himself from his human encounters provide
human community in order the basis for the search for
to search after knowledge and meaning, investing his readers
excellence he rebelled against with a sense of purpose as they
man’s natural impetus towards follow his thought in the text.
fruitful social interaction and Levi’s memory provides the area
the virtue of friendship. in which the search for meaning
Thus far, I have attempted to is carried out. He invites the
show an understanding of man reader into his most intimate
as rational, linguistic, and social thoughts with all the urgency of
in Levi’s relation of his encoun- the original moment. Both the
ter with Jean in Il canto di Ulisse, invitation and sense of urgency
but to reduce Levi’s relation of are expressed through Levi’s use
his encounters in Se questo `e un of language. Language creates
uomo to a dogmatic definition the relationship between the
of man, however, would be speaker and the listener in a
offensive to the complexity of manner that demands of the
Levi’s text. As we have seen listener a willingness to reflect
Levi’s work is characterized by with Levi on the nature of
its emphasis on the particularity man. In the same way Levi’s
of human experience. Levi encounters are necessarily
chooses to relate his experiences singular, so too is the response
as experiences of individuals. As to Levi derived from his
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And How He Is
A Poem
Scott Posteuca
Class of 2011
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Bayview
A Story
William Stewart sales and violin repair shops
Class of 2012
Istum that day. For her, it was a
slow stumble through a frag-
The clocks all look out mented memory of disinterest
toward the shore, each tick and the impatience of an
and each tock pointed to the eight-year-old: underexposed
shore. It is a city of hands, negatives that would never
asymmetrical pairs, one little, quite fully develop. For me, it
one big. Soaring above the was a chance to retrace an all-
streets and smokestacks, the too-hurried, frantic and lost
time-piece towers stand over afternoon when the blackness
the factories and warehouses, of the sky began to fill the
solitary sentinels of the surge cab of the pickup as the radio
and setting of the day. The blurted warnings of impend-
sweeps obscure the faces as ing weather. We decided to
the hands wave in and out the walk the streets we had only
highways, the railways, the the faintest remembrance of.
port lanes. Even the summits The sign just said books,
of the churches inhabit a vertically, three feet tall,
breed of these mechanical beginning just above the
star-gazers, a metronome crown of my head. It may
for the worshipers and their have been lit at some point,
God. My footsteps along the but the hours had corroded
side walks are matched by the its wires and cracked its glass.
tolls of the hour: inhale, high On the window glass was
tide, tick all mirrored with posted ‘Closed’ but also ‘Open
the tock, low tide, exhale. June 19-20.’ Craning my
Madeline and I found our- neck, I opened the door.
selves in a land of rummage ‘Close the door!’ came
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But it’s conditioned air. It’s just crier, and gracelessly scrambled
been conditioned by the build- over box and bag into the far
ing. As long as it is different back corner of the store. The
that the air outside, it’s con- entire shop could not have been
ditioned. So this air is colder more than 200 square feet.
than the air outside but it’s I recognized even less pat-
colder because of the building, tern on these shelves, with
so it’s naturally air conditioned. signed copies sharing space
Anyway, I’m just finishing with pulp fiction and nudists.
writing this letter then I need ‘How am I going to finish
to go, but you can sure look this letter? It is a book,’ he
around here while I am here.’ muttered to himself, droning
He shuffled back into off into indecipherability but
his cavern of binding and certainly remaining in the
Cubs-Indians on the radio. realm of audibility. The players
Madeline laughed at me with were tied in the 11th inning.
her spread eyes as I sniggered He just wanted the company.
into a volume I had absent- ‘Ralph Nader could have
mindedly pulled off of a shelf. been president!’ He snapped
The shelves appeared towers, out of his contemplations
stacking up to the low ceiling when Madeline asked to
instantly, crammed with every make a purchase, but not
variety of book, every variety of before dragging the front
time, every variety of subject, end of his derailed train of
and in no particular organiza- thought through his teeth.
tion. I left her by the sections ‘O, these are old ones,’
on Lincoln and Bestsellers, he commented. ‘You ever
loosely designated, tip-toed know about,’ asking her about
past our book and baseball some long-forgotten great.
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the man from the island have also about emotions. Behaviors
any behaviors at all? If they give expression to emotions,
are outward demonstrations but they also do something
of something intrinsic to him, more: they provide identity and
who are they demonstrations substance to emotions; they
for? That is, why should he have help to define emotions rather
behaviors rather than mere acts than merely embody them.
of instinct? If I rub my eye to ***
signal that I am tired, what Emotions are contextual; the
distinguishes that behavior from ability to identify a particular
my rubbing my eye because emotion as “happiness” or “joy”
there is an eyelash in it? How is more than simply putting
is it that another person can a name on it. Naming is only
interpret my behavior? What one part of identifying, and
does that other person need to the name “happiness” is only a
know? If my intent is what is at label, just as “Mark Tancredi”
issue, there must be something is merely a label for me.
that supplies others with “Happiness” stands in place
knowledge of my intent. For if of all those features that are
my friend asks (or suggests) that held together in the emotion.
I am tired and I insist that I am But those features for which
not, he may still argue with me “happiness” serves as shorthand
that I am, and argue further are not qualities of only the
that that is the reason that I emotion; they are also quali-
rubbed my eye. This can only ties of its use. Thus emotions
be because he has interpreted are not basic entities that just
my action in context. This, I am need to be named. Identifying
going to suggest, tells us not just an emotion means noting its
about actions and behaviors, but features along with something
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People By Day…
A Thought Experiment
Stephen Lechner the morning? Constant IV?
Class of 2011
Istum ***
Now say that while a person
Imagine that a new drug is under the influence of this
becomes fashionable and highly drug, they retain an appearance
accessible. It makes a person much like that of any other
feel really good, it makes them rational human being, but that
forget their problems for a at some point they begin to
little while, it cures simple act in an irrational manner.
depression temporarily but They begin to do things that
thoroughly, gives them a sense they would ordinarily not do,
of companionship with others whether or not those things are
who take the drug, provides a things that they would want to
certain boost or high that can do under normal circumstances.
make even the most stressful They moan and groan a little,
situations become a Sunday they find suddenly that they
picnic, and has a bearable health can dance and sing when
recoil—definitely not enough previously they could not, and
to cause serious injury, and only they suddenly begin making
enough to cause a slight dis- love to any other human being
comfort that is much less than of the opposite sex (or of the
the typical stresses of daily life. same) that they find the slight-
Question: Would you take est attraction to. They do all
the drug? If so, how often? On sorts of ridiculous yelling and
special occasions? In tough screaming and singing and
times? On holidays? On stumbling and jumping and
weekends? After a hard day’s crawling and spitting and biting
work? After work? During and howling and even some of
work? When you wake up in the unspeakable, but they do so
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Note that the effects of this Say that one Saturday night
drug wear off within eight hours you walk in the hall of your
or so (or whatever is a good dorm past a young man, a class-
night’s rest) leaving the druggy mate of yours named Bob, who
as something like a supposedly is under the influence of this
normal person, so several of drug and whose appetite find’s
these people who walk around you likeable to a half-pound
as zombies at night are the same burger. He begins stumbling
people who you go to class with after you and wailing, and you
in the day—yes, even the same shake your head in pity for him
people who work hard during as you usually do to people
the day and get A’s (A’s!) in in such situations (especially
their classes and go on to get Bob), and you make for the
high paying jobs. Their nightly exit door behind you. To your
activities might affect their daily distress, the door is inoperable.
activities, but not enough that it You do not know whether it
be noticeable to the professors, be jammed, locked, blocked
rectors, parents, etc… or at least from the other side by another
not enough for them to care or drugged person, but neither do
do anything about it. It is so- you have time to find out before
cially accepted that these people Bob walks up to you and sub-
do what they do at night and it sequently devours you. You do
is socially abnormal for people not particularly like Bob, and
to complain about this or to for the time being you cannot
think it strange or stupid, etc… think of another drugged up
Question: Do you complain human being by whom you
in any way? Do you pretend would more despise being de-
not to think it strange? voured. You turn to meet him,
*** find the hall sufficiently narrow
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Penury Everlasting
A Poem
Nick Brandt
Class of 2012
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A Portrait of T. S. Eliot
A Story
Josef Kuhn the street lamp was talking to
Class of 2011
PLS him! He, Eliot, twenty years
of age, his grey hair combed
Old men ought to be neatly so that no one would
explorers, thought one as he ever suspect—he was secretly
ventured out the door into training to become a prophet.
the grey London street, once Wait—that man there, the
cobblestoned, now paved. one with the briefcase, smells
History always gets paved over, dusty, like he stepped right out
but Eliot was conscious of the of Ezekiel. A terrifying vision
cobblestones buried beneath his suddenly flashed before Eliot of
feet; his footsteps sent vibrations a brown scar of earth, the dried
down to them, which they sent husk of the Th ames, winding
back up, slightly altered. He under London Bridge, and the
received these intimations of the million umbrellas of London
past into his head and churned open on the bridge, waiting for
them about as he walked, eyes a drop of rain, but none came
downcast and brow furrowed, and they were all just blown
trying to apply words to the away, along with everyone’s
shadow-pattern shapeshifting top-hats. And then they all
through his mind. He looked just stood around, looking
up for one second and noticed dumbfounded and glum.
the day was overcast, or maybe As he progressed down
it was just the twilight. A black Bloomsbury Way, the prophet
cat flitted across the sidewalk fingered the lapel of his green
in front of him, disappearing jacket. Green, on the one side,
behind some rubbish bins. but red on the other; he was
The street lamp sputtered, the sure people could see it, the
street lamp muttered—yes, blood from his bullet wound,
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Goodbye
A Story
Javier Zubizarreta nothing – South Bend and
Class of 2011
Film, Television, Theatre Cleveland respectively – we
bought candy. We bought sodas.
The bags were packed. We bought milkshakes. We
The rooms were in order. The bought ice cream. We bought
suits were pressed and the the accoutrements we felt
shoes polished. Everything necessary for a road trip. We
and everyone had long been snickered at the mullet hair-do’s
prepared for the twenty-fifth of and joked about the guides
April. We were ready, set, go. to Amish country. We were
Father John would be there giddy. The iPod was DJ as the
with us. His sour-lipped, road spun a party on past. We
screwed-tight face would take guessed the drivers in upcoming
a break from supervising horny cars – perhaps a single, blonde
undergrads to provide the much white lady age 35, perhaps a
needed support. He instructed husky, balding Asian man aged
us on the etiquette: Don’t fall 60, and so on. We moved on to
to pieces, don’t say you know guessing zodiac signs and when
how they’re feeling, just say I announced “Cancer!” the car
your peace and move along. He fell quiet and I felt stupid.
made a crack at my black-on- ***
black-on-black suit, shirt, tie. We were in the parking lot.
How fitting – a priest saying Father John met us there. A
you wear too much black. I just white sedan pulled up and out
assumed the color appropri- stepped a pair of zebra-print
ate, but then we were off. stilettos with a 16-year-old
attached. Make-up caked and
***
At a truck stop halfway bra doing wonders, we did
between nothing and more our best to look away – no,
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the world but it just felt silly. I Perhaps for Matthew, perhaps
tried on depression too, I thought for his family, but mostly I
about seeing his body in the coffin cried for life. That life was
and his parents and my crying formaldehyde in an oak coffin.
friends, but when nothing hap- That life ended so horribly. That
pened it just reminded me of how life ended at all. We walked
awful I must be. I called home from the church and into a world
but “Everyone grieves differently” bursting of springtime petals
wasn’t a satisfying answer. and blooms that would fall and
After a while I just fade and die. I thought of my
went to sleep. parents, that they looked older
*** than I remembered. That they
The Mass was lovely. The would die. That I would die.
choirboys gave an aching And because we are gluttons
rendition of Ave Maria as they for punishment, we had to bury
wheeled in the coffin. Father him in the ground. And because
John gave a touching homily. it couldn’t get any worse, it started
We all shared in Communion to rain. We huddled about the
and selfishly, I could only worry gravesite beneath a canopy of
over how I wasn’t feeling. collective umbrellas and watched
His mother and father placed as the ceremony continued, as the
the white cloth over his coffin Molloy’s were forced to say good-
and the presiding priest made bye. I swear I heard his mother
mention that like baptism, first say, “It’s okay, Matthew, we’ll be
communion, and confirmation, right here,” but she was too far
death was another rite of initia- away for that to be possible. A gap
tion, that it was another step in appeared in the umbrellas above
life. The bagpipes began their me and rain was dripping on my
moaning dirge and finally I cried. suit. A woman in her eighties
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with lines scouring her face away – not even the cancer.”
turned and said, “Oh, you’re She looks like she’s
getting wet.” I pushed through doing really well.
the bodies in black and hid “She is. She’s a smart girl.”
my face in the car’s back seat. We told everyone
*** goodbye, an incongruous
There was a reception word with no real mean-
later. It was hosted at St. ing, but after learning of
Bernadette’s Elementary farewells, we meant it. V
School. As we munched on
cookies and felt guilty for
each bite we got to take,
Sara came over. She knew
we were leaving soon and
wanted to offer her farewell.
In the far corner of the room
I saw his sister, Ashley.
The pre-teen was wearing a
bright dress of purple and
green. She was laughing
with the girls around her.
I asked Sara how
Ashley was doing.
“I talked to her yesterday
and she’s doing really well.
She just told me, you know,
we had almost thirteen
years together and they were
great. Nothing can take that
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