ZIKR Poetry Reading
The word "zikr" has three levels of meaning, according to Griffith Chaussee, an Asian and Middle Eastern Languages professor.
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The word "zikr" has three levels of meaning, according to Griffith Chaussee, an Asian and Middle Eastern Languages professor.
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As the semester winds down and the University heads toward exams, stress levels rise in proportion to the number of term papers and art projects that soon will be due.
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A bass player with a mop of curly black hair starts to play a gently thrumming back-beat.
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They need special scissors and special desks. They stand on the opposite side of home plate. They smear every word they write.
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Stepping over the blue rope, a couple takes a blanket onto one of the restricted areas of the Lawn. Seconds after they settle themselves into study, the sprinkler nearest their spot comes to life, forcing them to move.
"Where'd you park for this thing?" a woman called in an easy Southern drawl from the window of her pickup truck outside the University Surplus Depot.
The names line the walls of Garrett Hall like veterans on a war memorial. And in a way, they are a memorial to a group of exceptional University students who have won the battle for fellowships.
The house lights dim. Old Cabell Hall is a sea of expectant faces, all watching an artist, all waiting to be wowed by his or her exceptional talent. The culmination of several years of music study finally has arrived.
Route 20 dead-ends 14 miles north of Charlottesville in a place called Barboursville, a tiny town consisting of one vineyard, several antique-looking gas stations, a few art galleries and the Muscle Car Paradise.