The Pub, Memories
a
hallowed section
of those beer sticky,
of atrophied campus reality.
crowd congruity, up against the wall slurred beauty
of mind-fogged perception.
of liquor comes easily enough indoctrination
nights, crowd to identification, and the
beer smelly
to
the scene
to
The
absorption
the URI sludent
as
their the
of drink is as academic as
academics themselves. The phone booth jam
the sight
of the fifties relinquishes its pride to
of one Saturday night.
ectoplasm
lies the
revelations
Within this
vibrating
thoughts of the profound and the
of the sublime.
impossible as one ponders,
Personalities
challenge the
"is it possible to
score on a
Monday night?" And the intellectual barrier is confronted as we
A own
examine the water
ring left by
the last precious mug.
community of drunkards, wallowing in the dregs of our dreams. The
major stronghold of the legal escape
exists, and it may live forever. For the whole context understood within ihe experience
Cup
Room remain
an
and the first frontier
endless
itself.
be
infinity of smoke and booze
of campus fantasy.
Somebody apparently knew whal they they built
can
The Pub and the
were
doing when
the dormitories downhillfrom the Union, for the
wobbled walk home seems that much easier when the grade is with you.
Stephen Andrade