Creative Projects by the University of Montpellier's Master Students in English Studies
There was once, in medieval Scandinavia, a Viking warrior named Thrymur. He was the strongest amongst his people. Famous for his fighting ability, as he swung a giant sword that could cut through folk like wheat. Thrymur was by far the most capable warrior at Jarl Bjornsson’s disposal. The Jarl had sent him at the forefront of every single one of his raids across Norway.
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Donald W. Winnicott meets Elizabeth Badinter, but not in real life.
As Simone de Beauvoir famously posited, becoming a woman starts with the birth of the first child and is a life-long achievement. Becoming a mother starts at childbirth, and it never ends either. Once a child is born, mothers are expected to care for and educate them. The art of motherhood is complex, and women are often overwhelmed by the challenges it entails. Many they have somewhat mastered the art of motherhood only once their children are grown.
Navigating love and power: The modern woman’s dilemma.
Ghanima is as clear and calm as the morning sun
In the noise and the darkness of her world,
In her gloomy days and nights, she is a warrior
Ghanima sinks, and her children float.
Hello there, my dear me, my old friend.
Life hasn’t done me any favours
Until now, for countless hours
And this is what I wanted to end.
A ray of sunshine streams through my window, lighting up the white orchid sitting on the dining room table. I can hear the whistle of the song thrush, and the waves crashing on the sand. My hair is gradually changing colour, from grey to blonde, and my skin is taking on a rich golden tan. I put down my cup of herbal tea and look in the distance. I think about life, about who I am, everything I could have been, and what I have become.
My mother named me after a spring flower, Violet. My body expresses the colour of my emotions, like a chameleon blending into its surroundings.
Today I want to tell you something very personal
For it is what slam is all about.
I tried it only once before
In a safe environment.
But this time I don’t know you at all.
Let me introduce you to my not-so-old past.
Since my early childhood, I was told that I was destined for great things. I was not only a diligent child in class but also in my daily life. I was always attentive to my surroundings and to others. On one ordinary spring day, I noticed a change in the demeanor of a classmate who was usually radiant.
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I am the hero of my tale.
Paralysis, why did you come without warning?
As a teenager, I was full of dreams.
Oh, doctor, you fulfilled your dream of becoming a doctor.
But, alas, mine drowned in the stream.
Oh, doctor, was your intent as pure as it seemed?
You stole my dreams, a thief in broad daylight.
Lost and weak, I prayed for a joke.
But reality slaps me in the face and puts me to the test.
