The word lucubrations is based on the Latin word lucubrare and means study by candlelight, nocturnal study or meditation, and the writings or thoughts that result.
Lucubrations is an online cultural magazine and an alternative culture community of writers, artists, poets, thinkers, photographers, musicians, and creative people that sponsors events, trips, activities, and fun stuff for the Saint Anselm Community, as well as its fringes.
It is here to allow thoughtful creative people of all types to share their work, ideas, and comments in any medium in both informal and formal settings. We welcome participation from all members of the community including students, alumni, faculty, staff, and the monastery.
History: It began with the burning of journals and discontent with a misunderstanding of every book I picked up. It was truly a baptism-of-fire, that first day of Humanities. I gave up on writing down the words that my professor used whose meaning I did not know. On the one hand, I gave up from weariness. On the other hand, I couldn’t really spell any of them anyway. Now that I have been inaugurated into stupidity, I NEED TO GET OUT! Understanding arises from continual expression via dialogue which results in the falsehood of every utterance. (I may be pessimistic, but you should join the site and set me straight.) But, did I say the dialogue was wrong? Did I say that the experience of the begetting of the soul was wrong? Well, I didn’t. That’s the beauty. Let us sit down together at these funny little computers and defy space and time. Let us pick up during the day the impulses of midnight contemplation. Let us together find solace in the disembodiment of pixels and keys. Ah! But alas, this will never replace the silence between two friends in mutual understanding and forgetfulness of the conversation they just had. And yet, when the silence is broken by creative thoughts, one should not hoard them with greedy palms, but send them to this wonderful little site, this diamond in the rough! - Dana Nolan
. . . and through the utterance of the similar thoughts, the island that i was once on begins to stretch a little longer, expand a little wider in order to make room for another. we share, we lament, we transgress something that we felt we were alone with. we express and connect. we understand. -Justine Johnson
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