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Table of contentsPartners in crime 3
Sonnets 6
With these eyes 7Sam marco square 8A Family vacation 9
The mist 9Potholes 10
European vacation 13Poesy 14
Horomenon is passive 15
15 The man in the moon16 Balloons
19 Ghosts at varadero20 Two goddesses21 B Line22 Legal lets23 My grandmother with cancer23 Eagle at vesuvius24A shadow of his former self25 Contributors
From the editorWe don and doff a great many hats,
adapting to meet the challenges of
ever-changing environments.
The greatest challenge, however, is
in the simultaneous and contem-
poraneous donning of several hats,
stacking the characters of our being
one on top of the other.
This is the lot we have been cast.
This is Esoteric.
I began with the notion that Esoteric
could humbly serve as an escapefrom the confines of legal exposi-
tory; as a vehicle for the cathartic re-
lease of artistic expression, in some
medium however and whatever,
expression being capable of assum-
ing nearly limitless forms.
I wanted to state this premise, that
we could transcend our legal train-
ing by our artistic endeavours, but I
could barely get the sentence onto
paper before realizing the pervasive-
ness of legal reasoning within me.
My mind sprouted immediately to
judicial treatment of Charter section
2(b). Has the law not already told
us what is expression? Has it not
already limited my proclamation of
however and whatever? The free-
dom of expression is not absolute.
Has art already been caught by the
ambit of the law, leaving me with no
basis for my initial assertions?
I recalled the obscenity provisions
of the Code, remembering that
judicial analysis has noted Art asa valid exception. Artistic merit
can circumvent these provisions,
evidencing that Art manages to
simultaneously transcend the law,
while still being defined by it. A
compelling duality.
I initially posited that we must
escape the law in order to be art-
ists. I was wrong. Esoteric is not
an escape from legal influence, it
is a celebration of our duality; our
simultaneous donning of many hats.
Inextricably linked are the law and
its practitioners, but we are not only
legal beings. We who live under
the living tree have continued our
personal growth, feeding from the
roots of our legal endeavours, but
also casting our own into the soil
of personal fulfillment. The law
sought to define art. The law sough
to define us. The world sought to
call us lawyers. We shouted back
that we are writers, photographers,poets, existential philosophers, free
thinkers. We are artists. A statute,
a precedent, a judicial opinion is but
one canvass in our minds of infinite
possibility.
I see an artist. You see a lawyer.
We are one and the same.
Eric Laxton, Editor-in-chie
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Partners in crimeKyla Lee, UBC 1L
The concrete pillars prevented me from seeing the face
that was hissing the voice that climbed up those damn pil-lars and snaked around them, assessing their value and
purpose and worth. I was sitting on a leather couch with
striped cushions; eight others were identical to it, placed
conveniently throughout the great room in a manner that
allowed people to act and interact, to play out their roles
with the ease of the social dance. The lady walked toward
me, her heels snap snap snapping against the floor rhyth-
mically like the tap tap tapping of a dance. I could hear her
voice approaching, but she was always obscured by those
concrete pillars, those fucking poles creating the divide
between me and the voice, the voice of that damn ladywho was selling the law school out from under her feet.
From my vantage point on the couch, I could see her
hand that wrapped two or three times with its long bony
fingers around a pile of neon stickers shaped like cir-
cles. She held a black magic marker in the other hand
and as she talked, her voice snaked out of her dirty tight
mouth I could see her hand working deftly and swiftly.
She wrote numbers on the stickers and stuck them to
objects as she passed them. She slithered in and out of
the pillars, so I could view her and her companions only
for brief seconds as they danced in large arcs around
the interaction foyer in the main hall of the great old
concrete building. Her arms would rise as she passed
a garbage can and with a flourish would fall to land a
sticker on it, the price of which read 25cents. She passed
a fake plant that sat, covered in dust in the hallway near
the door, and marked it for a dollar. As she twirled and
tapped and whirled she started discussing the chairs.
Her sequined tuxedo tails flipped out behind her as she
leapt on to the arms of the chairs and danced around,spinning. One of the men who was with her threw her
a cane, and she stuck this between her hands, dancing a
cabaret and advertising the chairs for thirty dollars each.
A student walked past her. She stopped him with a hand
to the forehead as she spun the cane in the air, distracting
the well-dressed business men with her trickery. When
she removed her hand, the student carried on his walk, a
price affixed to his forehead. No one turned to look. She
jumped down from the chairs, which the men scrambled
over one another for. They were fat, with robust belliesand jowls and thinning grey hair. They were wearing suits
which stretched at the buttons as they rolled over and into
one another, fighting scratching for the chairs, thirty dol-
lars each. They were the fat cats o
the big firms, the heads and chees
es and pals and partners from
Borden Ladner Gervais Fraser
Milner Casgrain or somebody like
them. They bumped and bundled
into their partners in the crime
they were committing in the foyerTheir fat asses dared to break the
seam on their pants as they ben
to pick up the chairs. They lifted
the chairs high above their heads
and opened their mouths. Their
jaws dropped to the floor and they
swallowed the chairs whole, ab
sorbing them into their bodies, the shape blending into
the roly-poly mess already in their stomachs. They rolled
behind the woman as she snaked through the pillars,
coming closer to me. Their tails flicked in anticipation
The Serpentess sparkled and shimmered. Her hair was
in a tight bun on the top of her head, and her lips were
painted red. She started spinning, performing elaborate
turns and cartwheels. She wheeled and whirled, hands
high, manipulating the cane, the fat cats following behind
her, swallowing things as they went. She continued to
price objects: a magazine rack for a dime, the carpet for
ty dollars, a soda machine four-fifty. Each spin and twir
was punctuated by a high can-can kick, and I saw her legswhich were long and lean and covered by black nylons
She smiled wide and white, her red lips stretched over
her white teeth. All her venomous teeth were showing
She leaped into the air and landed in front of me with a
flourish. All behind her the fat cats rolled and tumbled
and bumbled and lumbered into place. They plopped
their asses on the concrete floor, for one of them had
already handed over a wad of bills and consumed the
She smiled
wide and
white, her
red lips
stretched
over herwhite teeth.
All her
venomous
teeth were
showing.
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carpet that was beneath them. They wobbled and wiggled
and weebled and bubbled about before settling into po-
sition. The woman, the dancer, the announcer, the Ser-
pentess had been spinning in a stationary blur the entire
time they had been seating themselves. They applauded
her, and the fat on their plump fingers jiggled as they
clapped their hands together. They laughed and burped
and huffed and breathed heavy, full of pieces of furniture
and mouthfuls of the building. One of them reached outhis hand and ripped a hunk of concrete from a near-
by pillar. He shoved it into his mouth and crunched
on it like popcorn. The others began to do the same.
Suddenly, the lights went out. It was dark for a moment
and there was nothing to punctuate it besides the sound
of the fat cats as they munched and crunched away on
the building. A few students gathered in the crowd, but
they didnt stay long because the fat men from the big
firms began to eat them, too. They ate everything, con-suming it with a fervor and a fever. Then, a spotlight
turned on and the Serpentess was illuminated in front of
me, the fat cats around her in a semi-circle as she raised
her hands to the sky, clutching the cane. She brought
them down in a powerful motion and threw the cane
from her left hand directly into the mouth of a fat man
in the audience who swallowed it without even noticing.
And now, Gentlemen, I offer you this chance of a lifetime.
This is the moment you have all been waiting for. This is it.
La piece de resistance! The moment and reason you all camehere today. Up until now you have only had a mere taste
of what is to come but now you are offered the rst chance
at true wonder and splendor. Can I get a drumroll please?
From somewhere in the back, shrouded in dark-
ness, came the sound of a drum, softly at first
then louder and louder. The Serpentess raised
her hands and punched the sky with her fists.
Thats right Gentlemen, now is time to start the bidding on these
glorious deluxe fantastic couches right here. Perhaps one day you
yourselves were seated on these very couches! Did your hopes and
dreams and legal needs soak into these striped green cushions? Did
you ever hope of one day earning back all those tears you shed, all
that sweat you dripped into your hard-earned careers? Well heres
your chance, boys! Today only, bid your highest, fattest, roundest
bids to win the chance to once again own a piece of your own history
And what a discount are you getting today, Gentlemen, for you
are great friends to this Law School and we mean to offer you only
the best of prices and bargain deals. These couches cost a thou-
sand dollars each, can you believe it? But today we are starting
the bidding at-- you guessed it-- one hundred dollars each. This
is an as-is sale, Gentlemen, the couches are going exactly as you
see them here and now! Take them today or take them never. Thisis a once-in-a-lifetime chance to try a piece of history before tim
consumes and changes and holds and owns it! Gentlemen, take
out your fat wallets with fat wads of cash and place your bids
The fat hands shot into the air and the flab jiggled but-
tery on their arms as they did so. The men pushed and
pulled and fought each other, scrambling to get the mon
ey, brown hundred dollar bills, into the upturned topha
of the Serpentess, as she assigned a couch to each. She
started by pointing at the farthest away, and a large man
rolled on his side down there. He pulled a lobster bib
from his pocket and set to work on it. He ate it slowly, sa
voring each bite. His hands caressed the leather and fab
ric as it moved into his mouth. He chewed with big, slow
open bites and I could see the fibers as they were crushed
by his yellowed and crooked teeth, mixing with his saliva
and then being swallowed. He ate the whole couch as
the others watched, staring in a mixture of awe and envy
The next couch went to another of the fat men who
waddled over to it. Two of his partners lifted it for himand he laid on the floor with his moth open. The part
ners were girthy fat men, with belts stretching at the
buckles and buckling at the holes. Their sleeves were
rolled up and the fat on their arms jiggled with the ef
fort needed to lift the couch. He used his fat fingers
to pry his jaw down to his knees and they inserted the
couch into him, the whole thing, and he swallowed it
The following four couches disappeared in much the
same manner, with fat grey-haired men handing over fist
fuls of cash to the Serpentess as she danced and twirled
and laughed with a mixture of glee and disgust at their fat
slobbering, desperate faces. The seating in the Interaction
Area was disappearing at an alarming rate, and as they
proceeded down the line of couches I started to realize
my fate: I too would be eaten if I did not get out of there
Doctors are the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merelyob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.
A. Chekov
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rper iuscil esto doloboreetulputat. Ex eugueros acinci
strud dunt acin henim autpet lute modit wis alit lor sul dolute eugait adiamco num
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I stood up and saw around me a sea of swirling and swarm-
ing blubber: fat men were climbing and crawling and twist-
ing into each other, creating a rat king out of their gelati-
nous bellies. I couldnt tell where the obese outpourings
of one ended and those of another began. I climbed onto
the arm of the couch, hoping I could jump over their hun-
gry and salivating mouths, as they eyed that final prize,
that delicious couch that I had selected that morning.
I bent my knees.
I swung my arms behind my back.
I felt something hit my chest. It was the Serpentess, her
hand outstretched from her body, the tophat pressed
hard against my chest.
And just where do you think you are going, you delicious young
articling thing? Do you think you can escape this mess that you
see before you, that a leap of faith will bring you out of and
beyond the control of the masturbatory machine that feeds thesegreedy bellies? That there is something more out there besides a sea
of consumption and disgust? You are wrong, little girl, and you
will be sucked in too for you belong now to this machine and this
place and you are meant simply to become it or become consumed
by it, which of course means that you will become it anyway.
There is no way out. So sit your skinny ass down and make a
decision; you will not sail across these writhing and jiggling bod-
ies, you will only sail into them and become them, consuming the
building with them. As them. Or you will be consumed yourself.
I looked around at the swarthy mass about me. I real-ized that it was hopeless, futile. There was no way my
thin legs could carry me in a jump beyond the mass of
sweaty fatty bodies. Some of the fat men on the out-
skirts of the mass had realized my original intentions
and were waiting with their mouths open for my land-
ing, should I miss my target. They were smaller than
the other fat men, but girthy still. They wanted my flesh,
my body, anything to feed their legal desire to grow
and become a giant blobulous mass like the rest. They
wanted the prestige associated with a global waistline,
and I was merely a prawn in their disgusting consump-
tion of the building and everything in it. I realized I had
already been bought and paid for; my fate was sealed.
Defeated, I laid down on the couch. I crossed my arms
on my chest, as though in a funeral. With the greatest of
ceremony, the swirling and swarming crowd slowed to a
buzzing pace. They parted, forming a circle around the
largest of the fat men. He was so
abundant in size it would have
taken three of the others to com-
prise his shape. As if to emphasize
this point, he reached out a blub
bery hand. There was no bonevisible, and the hand moved as
if it had been made of Jell-o. He
reached out and plucked one of his
fat partners from the crowd, opened wide, and swallowed
him down. No one said anything, no one complained
I watched this expressionless from my gowned funeral po
sition on the couch. This was my convocation, this pomp
and ceremony, and I was merely to accept the sealed fate
and cross over the stage into my already-determined future
The fattest of the fat men, the leader, perhaps, of their
society, merely opened his jaw. Without words, the
rest of the fat men lifted the couch and me all in one
smooth motion. They twirled it around. They danced
they chanted, they sang. The music they were making
with their groaning, grunting, drooling, open mouths
swelled. It reached a critical pitch as the couch spun
round and round. Then, everything stopped. There
was nothing-- no movement, no sound. A light was
turned on at the back of the room and the Serpentesswas standing there, watching the carnage from a safe dis
tance. She had tricked me! She laughed, big chortling
fat belly laughs that filled the silence of the space. It
was the last thing I heard as I was lowered into the belly
of the fattest of the fat, disgusting, all-consuming men
Good people do not need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad peopwill find a way around the laws.
Pl
And just where
do you think
you are going,
you deliciousyoung articling
thing ?
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SonnetsTlell Raffard, UBC 2L
First Year Law: Exams
Midst the numbing hours and pages turning,
Buried in the countless cases skimmed,
Facts and facts and facts be endless churning,
Here and there the players neatly limned;
A pause, a breath, a moment to reflect
Was that the ratio or a mild dissent?
The discord ever dripping with respect,
That banded branded crew will not foment;
For equity and jurisprudence rule
Where common law fills in a statutes weal
Lest it remains the lowly common muleAnd legislated law devours the meal.
We poorly students lapping at the rim
The glimmring Truth as yet a distant dim.
Obstruction
Untold mysteries lurk betwixt the lines,
Obscure a simpler meaning in the tome.
Great Lexicon will sneer at lesser signs
Which blur like shadows writhing in the gloam.
A blink, a stare, then squinting of the eye.
Provisions grasped while others slip away,
Clarity a figment quick and sly.
Uncertainty belied by long delay.
Dissection lends itself to greater toil
And grinds all forward motion to a halt
Whereby the stagnant parties come to boil,Each calling out the other for the fault.
Thus resolution surely will elude
A conflict counsel could have helped preclude.
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With these eyesEric Laxton, UBC 2L
The only power any government has is the power to crack down oncriminals. Well, when there arent enough criminals, one makes them. Onedeclares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to
without breaking laws. Ayn Rand
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San marco square 1902James Wilson Morrice, UoT dropout
il and graphite on wood, 25.6 x 33.1 cm. National Gallery of Canada (no. 30424)
This was Venice, the flattering and suspect beauty - this city, half fairytale and half tourist trap, in whose insalubrious air the arts once ranklyand voluptuously blossomed, where composers have been inspired tolulling tones of somniferous eroticism.
Thomas Mann, Death in Venice
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European vacationLaing Brown, Partner B.L.G.
For beauty isnothing but the
beginning ofterror, Which weare barely able to
endure and areawed, Because itserenely disdainsto annihilate us
Rainer M. Rilke
Beauty is butaltered state ofconsciousness aperception,an extraordina
moment ofpoetry and gra
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PoesyIlia Korkh, UBC 1L
A Resolution
(Composed in the shower before sleep)
Upon my Priapus I swear that tomorrow
By six oclock I shall wake up and rise;
And no amount of bed-craving sorrow
Shall lead to my plans languorous demise
Tis true, that it is not my disposition
To greet the rising suns first rays,
Yet if I want to nourish my ambition
I must make the most out of my days.
Last Night
The memories of this occasion
Will fade like a dawn-stricken wight.
Sweet travesties of fornication
And of Bacchic excess delight.
The passionate promises whispered,
The sanguinal vows all forlorn.
The joys of this fiery evening
Shall soon become tainted by scorn
To A Girl So Wise And So Silly
You gave me shelter, wisdom and advice
To your benevolence I am eternally in debt
But then you had to offer me your heart
Praytell: just what the fuck am I to do with THAT?
An October Sonnet
A rather doleful affectation
Today has come upon my soul;
The freshness of this autumn chill
With pensive thoughts my mind has filled.
These I wove round me like a shawl,
In hope that poetry would melt
The stillborn passions that I felt;
But like a church-bells lonely toll
The echo of my feeling fades
Among the bare October glades.
And here I linger, as in thrall
Of warmth that I will never know.
In autumns melancholy wreathed
My stanzas dissipate into the mist.
A Lisping Whore
Serpentine and sibylline, she - sheathed
In a shadow-spun shawl of dusk, syllabed
Thus to thee of abysses of bliss,
Whispering shameless, hissing the syllabus
Of seven sins served by insatiable
Sensual,sultry and shapely seductresses -
Luscious, lascivious, succulent succubi,
Wreathed in satins sapphire, saffrons sulfurious,
Writhing on sable sheets laced with silks damascene :
Wraiths upon sinful thrones, their throes thronged by
satyrs and fallen seraphs,
Wrathful and saturnine in their Sapphic sorrows.
Seventy shiny shillings gets you all this
A case of sheeny herpes and some syphilis.
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Hormenon is passiveSteven Wexler, Professor UBC Law
Its not the seeing
but the sceneNot the seers
but the seen
Not the seeming
that has been
But the unseen
that I mean.
What is not said
inside my headAs I lie in my bed
pretending Im dead
Whats denied
when I lie
When I try
not to cry.
Im not the seer.
Im the seen.Im the seeming.
Im the scene.
The man in the moonSteven Wexler, Professor UBC LawCan you recall when you first set eyes
on the man in the moon?
Hey, yeah! Theres a man in the moon!
And how you could see him as clear as
day.
Only it was night, not dayand the moon was bright
with its quiet white light,
And he was there and you could see his face.
Only now you cant.
Is that pollution do you think?
Does that go with the cars and their stink?
Is that why you cant see him?
Is that what you think?
Its not pollution, mate.
Its educution.
Education taught you, mate,
it aint no face,
its just the place
where shadows fall cross lunar seas.
So you cannot see what you used to see,
what you used to see as clear as day.
Hey! Look! Theres a man in the moon!
Law Skul suxAnonym
Ive never been in love. Ive alwaybeen a lawyer.
Anonym
Make crime pay. Become a Lawye
Will Rog
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BalloonsTlell Raffard, UBC 2L
Characters
LENORE
JOE
Scene
(Brooklyn. A small, ratty apartment.
LENORE sits at the table deep in thought.
Someone KNOCKS at the door. LENORE
ignores it. Someone KNOCKS again.)
JOE (O.S.)Lenore!
(LENORE doesnt move.)
JOE (cont. O.S.)
You in there Lenore? (Beat) Come
on Lenore, I got a surprise for you!
LENORE
I dont want no more of your sur-
prises Joe!
JOE (O.S.)
Dont make me stand out here like
a jerk Lenore! Open the door would
ya! (He BANGS insistently.) Lenore!
Open the goddam door!
LENORE
Its OPEN!
(Enter JOE holding a bunch of helium
balloons that read Congratulations and
Bon Voyage etc. LENORE stands.)
JOE
Well hey for Chrissakes. Look what
I brought ya.
LENORE
Balloons.
JOEBalloons! Well? Come on, theyre
for you.
(She takes them and holds them, staring
blankly at JOE.)
JOE (cont.)
What, no thank you?
LENORE
Thanks.
(JOE goes to kiss her but she turns so he
kisses her cheek.)
JOE
So happy birthday, mufn.
LENORE
I aint your mufn no more.
JOE
Sure ya are.
LENORE
Not no more, Joe. I had enough
once and for all.
JOE
Aw come on, Lenore. I said I was
sorry.
LENOREYou always say youre sorry. And I
always believe ya.
JOE
You know I love ya mufn, and the
others, they dont mean nothin.
LENORE
I aint your mufn! (Beat, resigned) I
oughta know by now. You cant get
nothin right.
JOE
Whats that suppose to mean?
LENORE
Ah why cant you just bring me ba
loons for no reason, huh Joe?
JOE
I never brought nobody balloons
before. Hey, come on. Waddya ex-
pect a guy to do? Beg?
(JOE drops to a knee, LENORE crosse
her arms, accustomed to this regular even
JOE (cont.)
So ne Im beggin. Lenore please,
please forgive me Im a weak, wea
man and Ive done wrong by you
but I love ya so much and and
Ill do better! Thats it Ill do bette
by you from now on. (Stands) So
you forgive me or what? (Beat) You
like the balloons?
LENORE
Bon Voyage? Where am I goin?
JOE
I got a deal on the ones already
blown up. Theyre still nice though
Look at em.
(LENORE does look at them and her
shoulders slump.)
JOE (cont.)
Whats eatin you anyhow?
LENORE
You forget what you done already?
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JOE
Yeah but we worked that out.
LENORE
Why dont you just take off huh?
Like once and for all?
JOE
Hey, Im tryin to be nice now.
LENORE
Why Joe? Huh? Ya got more prom-
ises up your sleeve?
JOE
I know I aint been the best to ya
sometimes and I done some things,
I know. I know. Look, I just think,
you and me, we got a thing here,right? Or part of a thing anyhow.
You dont just throw away some-
thin like that. So I screwed up. You
gotta make a big deal out of it?
LENORE
So we got a PART of somethin. Big
deal! We supposed to make a mar-
riage outta that?
JOEHeeeeey, whatre you talkin mar-
riage for?
LENORE
I been thinkin Joe. I been thinkin
hard these last days.
JOE
(Rolls his eyes away from LENORE)
Thinkin huh? I dunno about that.
LENORE
Yeah well I been doin it anyway.
Cause I aint gettin any younger,
Joe, an I got the rest of my life to
think of. I gotta be thinkin long
term you know.
JOE
Right. Long term. So maybe we
could be long term but why rush it?
LENORE
I had plans, Joe. Or at least Im
makin plans. And slingin food at
the diner in The Towers Hotel aint
the plan! (Beat) Ah Joe. I just I
just think you an me, it was fun,
but were through ya know?
JOEFun? FUN? Thats it? Just like
that?
LENORE
Come on, Joe, whatd ya think?
Youre just a valet for Chrissakes.
JOE
Just a valet. Thats nice Lenore.
You aint the only one with plansya know. Me I got big plans too.
LENORE
Oh yeah? Since when?
JOE
Since today. I just made me a plan
to stop listenin to this crap.
LENORE
You see? You never take me seri-ous.
JOE
You wanna be serious? Fine. Okay.
So maybe this Valets got plans to
run his own hotel one day huh?
LENORE
How you gonna do that? You got
big dreams, Joe, Ill give ya that.
JOE
You think I cant do it.
LENORE
Sure ya will. And Im gonna be a
back-up singer. (Beat) Listen, I been
seeing Donny again.
JOE
What? When?
LENORE
Yesterday and some other times
too. For a while now. Then yester-
day, we talked a long time.
JOE
Just talkin huh?
LENOREYeah about plans and and he
wants me back Joe. (Beat) And Im
gonna go. Back. To Donny.
(Joe starts to pace.)
JOE
Aw Jesus. Aw man. So you been
screwin Donny again.
LENORE
What, ya cant take me gettin some
on the side? Thats real funny
comin from you.
JOE
Thats different! Those girls dont
mean nothing to me.
LENORE
Jesus, Joe, Im pregnant!
(Pause.)
JOE
Is it is it mine?
LENORE
You think Id have your baby?
JOE
So its Donnys.
LENORE
Yeah, sure. It could be.
JOE
Aw Lenore, Lenore. Whatre you
doin?
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LENORE
Im takin care a me alright? Look
you gotta go. I got things to do
right?
(He drops onto the sofa.)
JOE
Ya gotta give a guy a minute forit to sink in. (Beat) Lenore? Hey,
Lenore. Listen, forget Donny. Just
forget him cause hes a no-good
scumbag and hell ruin everything.
So how about you and me, we get
(ahem) married?
LENORE
What?
JOE
Yeah thats right. We could do it
right at the hotel! Itd be a helluva
party.
LENORE
Party, party! Thats all you think
about. Besides listen to yourself. Ya
ainnt even askin me right.
JOECome on, Lenore. Its you an me
here. And we got this part of
a thing, right? Well. Maybe thats
(her belly) the other part. Thats
been missing ya know? Maybe it
dont matter where it comes from,
just that its here now, growin inside
a you.
LENORE
Youre crazy.
JOE
Come on. Im proposin here. May-
be you got a ton a guys proposin to
you these days but come on. Thats
another thing I never done for no
one else. (Beat) Waddya say?
LENORE
I say I aint marryin a valet Joe.
Now stop talkin crazy at me and
get out would ya?
JOE
So thats it.
LENOREI made up my mind.
JOE
Youre just wanna throw everythin
away, but it aint like you got so
much to spare.
LENORE
Youre just a lousy valet Joe!
(Joe grabs her.)
JOE
What if it IS my kid? Huh? You
just gonna give it to that scumbag?
LENORE
At least he can pay for it!
(He throws her from him in disgust and
she stumbles, lands on the oor. Joe standsstill for a moment breathing deeply. Then
he goes to help her up.)
JOE
Aw shit. Lenore. Get offa the oor.
(She bats him away but stays on the oor.
He tries again.)
JOE (cont.)
Just get up offa the oor would ya?
LENORE
Get out!
JOE
Come on Lenore. Look, Im sorry
alright? (Beat) Im tryin to help. I
said I was sorry!
LENORE
Oh yeah! Sorry! Sorry! I heard that
so many times Joe it dont mean
nothin no more.
JOE
Fine! You wanna lay on the oor?
Ya look real at home down there
anyhow.
LENORE
Go to Hell!
JOE
Dont you rush me!
(Lights down.)
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Ghosts at varaderoMichael Coleman, Coleman Fraser Parcells
Lying under a strong yellow sun
on this tranquil beach in Cubaseems exceeding strange.
As turquoise waters softly sweep the shore,
I remember university in the sixties
and think of Fidel and Che,
Kennedy, Khruschev
The Bay of Pigs,
October Missile Crisis.
Tourist shops here are filled
with images of Che Guevara -
frozen in time, rebel as poster-boy.
A near half century has passed
from that world on the cusp of war,
only Castro remains, and he
nearing the end.
Even the monolithic Soviet Union
has vanished.
Yet the world still harbours
malignancies and dangers:
Bin Laden, Al-Qaeda
and China rising.
Sun and salt and sandunder the brilliant sapphire sky
seem immutable,
more constant than the clash
of men and arms and ideas
rchoing
in the fading mists
of memory.
COLEMAN FRASER PARCELLS
MICHAEL G. COLEMAN*
202-58 STATION STREETDUNCAN, B.C. V9L 1M4
TEL: (250) 748-1013FAX: (250) 748-2733
*Michael G. Coleman Law Corporation
LAWYERS
The key is to commit crimesconfusing that the police will feel tstupid to write reports about the
R. K. Milholla
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Two goddessesIlia Korkh: UBC 1L
I. Morning
Awash in blazing bronze of cold November dawn
Crowned with a glowing misty halo of your breath,
Among the bleak-garbed tired morning crowds you shone
In aeneous splendor - like Aurora deigned to bless
This frozen bus stop with her presence saffron-dressed.
Your sapphire eyes are calm and gleam with morning dew
Like pools, kissed and bejeweled by midnight frost,
Wake, melting in the rising sun. Serene, you glide.
Seduced by some strange fleeting dream that crossed
Your nights repose; you gaze around, weary-eyedBlind to the one who would have worshipped you.
II. Night
Ereshkigal, my mistress raven-haired,
How long Ive sought you; often Ive despaired
To find your beauty - bane of bards and wolves - ensnared
Within the trappings of some mortal flesh. And now
I kneel before you - dusk-robed and malign.
Unclasp your gown and let it fall undone;
Unfurl your fragrant mane and let me twine
My fingers through your tresses onyx-spun,
Upon a sea of brocade couch yourself: divine
Pale flesh girt by an amaranth eclipse -
A heathen idol on her blood-drenched shrine.
Cursed wild-eyed witch, enflame my parched soul
With scorching droughts of your vermillion lips,
Upon your venomed tongue my hunger sate,
And my burnt offering of passion consecrate.
Enshrouded in your arms, how I despiseFunereal cadence of the ticking clock,
The bastard dawn that yearns to spur your flight,
The jealous world, the clouds of carrion flies;
Spent, love-drunk, them I wish to mock,
Escape and drown myself tonight
In stormy darkness of your autumn eyes.
Because just as good morals, if theare to be maintained, have need of tlaws, so the laws, if they are to be oserved, have need of good morals.
Niccolo Machiave
Morality is the herd instinct in theindividual.
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzc
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There was something about the way her hair danced
in the wind as she ran for the number 99 bus. Her
brown locks bounced to a rhythm. The rhythm
was life itself. The world around her slowed --
though my heartbeat quickened-- as she came near.
There was something about the way her face con-
torted as the heel broke off her leather pump.
Had it not been raining, she may have scraped
her knee much worse when she fell; like some
kind of epidermis to asphalt hydroplaning. I
hoped. The blood seemed to indicate otherwise.
There was something about the way she chased down
the rogue sheets of paper, escaping from her tote,
strewn about. The blown papers would settle, mo-
tionless. But as she would approach, the wind would
pick up once more, sending the white sheets whirl-
ing and waving. It was like teasing a child with candy.
There was something about the way she pursed
her lips, or exhaled suddenly, the breath escap-
ing as with her hopes of catching the 99 bus. Iwanted those lips to touch mine. I wanted to
breathe new hope. The bus wont wait for her.
There was something about her very es-
sence, fraught with chaos; ripe with calamity.
She was poetic in her misfortune. She was beau-
tiful in her humanity. She was perfect in her flaws.
Every morning I get on the 99 bus. Every morning.
This is the unchangeable routine. She was anarchy
to the status quo; an accident waiting to happen.
She was the accident I hoped would happen to me.
The bus will leave without her. Per-
haps today it can leave without me too.
The first thing we do, lets kill all the lawyers.William Shakespeare,
King Henry the Fourth, Part
B-lineEric Laxton: UBC 2L
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Legal letsA Comparison of Squash and Law
Aminollah Sabzevari: UBC 1L
The sport of squash is my true break during the week,
and it is a wonderful stress reliever. When I meet
someone, I identify myself first as a law student, and
second as a squash player. I play other sports; badmin-
ton with a doubles partner, as well as soccer, ultimate
and football with my law and residence teams. In these
sports Ive utilized and honed the teamwork skills that
are crucial for a legal career. However, playing on the
squash court is where my individuality takes precedence.
Squash is a microcosm portraying the attributes I will
have in the practice of law, and I try to emulate it inmy daily life. If I fall behind in a game, I take full re-
sponsibility, and do not try to blame anyone else. It is
up to me to get back into it, and make the best of a dif-
ficult situation. I keep my cool; needlessly getting angry
does not help solve problems in squash or in my general
life. I must adapt when my game plan isnt working, and
always be ready to counter a wily and fluid opponent.
Being able to think independently, effectively and to solve
novel problems are essential requirements for practicing
law. Law also requires precision and accuracy, as doessquash. Playing good squash requires a combination of
skill, practice and experience. Some new players have
a higher innate natural ability than others. Some have
a stronger athletic background. You improve at squash
through intense practice and playing with those that know
more than you. Once you have played a lot of games, you
also develop the experience that helps resolve common
situations, and also respond to unexpected situations. In
law, there is a similar combination of skill, practice, and
experience. Some may have stronger natural ability or
backgrounds upon beginning the study of law. It is through
study, practice, and hard work that law students improve,
learning from more experienced lawyers and educators.
A good squash match actually exemplifies conflict reso-
lution. If I have a disagreement with my opponent, we
aim to resolve it to the best of our abilities, fairly and hon-
estly. During match play I have to keep out of the way
of my opponent, and prevent potential obstruction. My
opponent must do the same, and if either of us breaks
this freedom of movement pact, the game rules actually
demand an end to the rally. This event is known as a
let, and the point is replayed. When I first start playing
against an opponent, we often get in each others way
We literally tread on each others toes. However, we
adapt to each other, and eventually angle around each
other, weaving in and out during the rally in a veritable
dance on the squash court. At this level we do not have a
referee or judge. It is up to both of us to judge calls, and
more often than not we err on the side of caution rather
than risk taking unfair advantage. We want to win, but
facilitating a legitimate procedure takes precedence inboth a court of squash and a court of law. With these ele
ments of fairness and professionalism and respect for the
rules, the play of squash mirrors the ideal practice of law
Sometimes after fighting off several match points, I fi-
nally succumb to a roll out shot from my opponent
Among the deadliest of low probability shots, a roll ou
shot is when the ball rolls down from a wall onto the
floor and is impossible to return. Sometimes, despite al
my training and preparation and effort, I do not succeed
Thats as true in squash as it is when trying to help alegal client. A lawyer has to be able to accept potentia
loss without becoming disillusioned, and remain com
mitted to the care and wellbeing of every new client
Squash has been around for a long time, and like the
practice of law, the involved materials and strategy have
adapted and improved over time. While wood was the
material of choice in the past, graphite has replaced it
The balls are made from improved rubber. Analogously
legal resources have become increasingly, if still scantily
electronic and online. But all this new technology still re
quires versatile and improved players and practitioners
Squash was once restricted to the wealthy male elite of
society, like law, but they are both now open to and seek
a wide variety of participants. A diversity of backgrounds
and experiences can only improve the sport of squash,
and the practice of law. It is into this new era of law that I
hope to enter, as a squash player and aspiring law student
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Eagle at vesuviusMichael Coleman, Coleman Fraser ParcellsFrom a sturdy branch
overhanging the harbour
the imperious bird stares
haughtily,
a stern Roman senator,
piercing eyes
encased in a scalloped crown
of strong white feathers.
A sudden launch
and wide descending arcs
target the beach.
Talons twist a fish head
from the rocky shore
amid raucous complaints
of the frenzied feeding seagulls.
Cacophonous crows
clustered on wires
above the grey ferry dock
stridently applaud the show
as the eagle soars aloft
bearing its prize
with nonchalant grace.
(Curtain)
My grandmother
Sigh to cover pain
Comforting other patients
Eroded within
with cancerA Haiku
Tlell Raffard, UBC 2L
PorA pound of that same merchants flesh is th
The court awards it and the law doth givShyl
Most rightful juPor
And you must cut this flesh from off his breThe law allows it and the court award
ShylMost learned judge! A sentence! Come, prep
William Shakespeare, A Merchant of Ven
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Laing Brown BLG LLPLaing is a partner at BLG and a UBC Law alumnus. He
practices corporate and commercial law. He has been
deeply involved in Vancouver community activities, par-ticularly in the visual arts. He is former President of
both the Vancouver Art Gallery and the Contemporary
Art Society of Vancouver.
Michael Coleman Coleman Fraser Par-
cellsMichael is married with three sons and four grandchil-
dren. He practices law with Coleman Fraser Parcells in
Duncan. Past president of Cowichan Valley and Nanaimo
County Bar Associations, former Mayor of Duncan andPresident of the Federation of Canadian Municipalities,
Mikes poetry has been published internationally.
Joshua Dedora UBCJoshua Dedora was born in the dark golden age of Sas-
katchewan from where he jumped the stubble to learn of
life and the world and literature that lead to nothing and
thus he is now studying the law.
Jordan Forsyth UBCJordan Forsyth is a first year law student at the UBC. Hehas an undergraduate degree in English Literature from
the University of the Fraser Valley
Ilia Korkh UBCIn hits defense, Ilia would like to say that he is not that
which he is, and everything else is a lie. But he still likes
red wine, Romantic poetry and beautiful women.
Kyla Lee UBCKyla grew up and honed her mind by learning the laws
of Victorian trees before deciding to learn western law
that is against nature.
Eric Laxton UBCEric is a second year J.D. student at UBC. He hold
a B.A. in Psychology and Business from the U of O.
He has also studied Professional Writing and English aYork. His varied legal interests include Corporate Fi
nance and Entertainment Law. He enjoys creative writ
ing and derives great pleasure from the beauty of words
James Wilson Morrice 1865-1924Having dropped out of his legal studies at UoT, James
became an intrepid traveller and one of Canadas best
known Impressionist painters. His parents were still dis-
appointed that he never made it to be a big time lawyer
Tlell Raffard UBCTlell received her BA in Theatre and Creative Writ
ing from UBC, has written and produced a couple of
full-length plays, and has participated in other theatre
projects in a variety of capacities. Her interests lie in
stageplay, screenplay, and poetry, and she is explor
ing how these might coincide with the study of Law
Aminollah Sabzevari UBC
Aminollah Sabzevari is a 1st year student, with a background in physics and philosophy. His interests include
most racquet sports, etymology, and long walks on the
beach.
Steven Wexler UBCThe Artist Currently known as Professor Wexler has
been at UBC for almost 40 years. If he ever retires, he
will be known as The Artist Formerly Known as Profes
sor Wexler.
Eric Wordsworth UBCEric is an unfotrunate descendant of the famed Word-
sworth of the Romantic Age. Erics life has been spent
wandering lonely as a cloud among daffodils . seeking in
spiration to live up to his worthy and wordy last name.
Contributors
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Thank YouThe Editor of Esoteric would like to thank: the Law Stu-
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Sharon Mah for her insights and guidance throughout theformative stages of this years issue; Borden Ladner Ger-
vais for its generous financial support and continued in-
volvement in student initiatives; All the contributors who
submitted the fruit of their creative labours; The previous
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