The essayist Brian Doyle says that “we all churn inside.” You could say art is a history, a validation, and an expression of this churning. The churning is, of course, what it means to be a human being in a crazy inexplicable, appalling, beautiful world. Art proves that our own churning is not something to be suppressed but explored, reverenced, provoked, held at gunpoint, frisked for meaning, considered calmly from a distance. In other words, our churning is not some biological footnote—it is essential to who we are.
So what is Inscape but a journal of student churning. We have humorous churning, tragic churning, love-struck churning, poetic, fictional, and nonfictional churning. I think a literary journal says something about our university, our students, or staff, and our writers. It shows we recognize a vital facet of life, this struggle to make sense of things through creative outlets, through art, to which Inscape helps give voice. It’s our recognition that students at BYU are trying to figure life out in 2009. The best art expands our capacity for empathy. We’re helping both writer and reader get outside themselves for a bit, giving them something they can take back on the inside and use.
There’s this study of jazz musicians and what happens in their brains when they play music. Researchers hooked these musicians up to all sorts of machines— cords and adhesives connecting the inner workings of their brains to sensors and whatnot. Wired and monitored, they were given some sheet music. They played, their brains lit up on the monitors, and the researchers found what they had thought they would find: the basic neural communications involved when we execute learned motor skills. Then the sheet music was removed and they were given headphones. Researchers told the musicians to listen to the recorded jazz and improvise over it. Now their brains lit up in completely different ways.
Researchers discovered that when the musicians improvised, they accessed regions of the brain that deal with autobiographical information. They accessed the parts of themselves that were most them. They accessed identity and self. It means if you juxtaposed a musician’s brain improvising with a musician’s brain telling a childhood story, the same parts would illuminate on the screen.
Art is deeply connected to who we are and what we become as we express ourselves. So when you see Charlie Parker wailing on his saxophone, he’s not just running through memorized scales. He’s saying, this is me; this is who I am; this is Charlie Parker. That is why Inscape is so important. We encourage developing writers and artists in the process, and we’re not just publishing words or pictures, but parts of people, which is what art has always been about.
Paddington’s Restless Night by Jakob Chapman
Creation: Angelic Perspective by Cassie Keller Cole
Love Song by Cassie Keller Cole
Twenty-eight Elk Drown After Falling Through Ice by Calvin Olsen
Grand Parents by Miki Smith
Human Circus by Tyler Singleton
It Ended Quietly by Austin Rory Hackett
Memory of Jazz by Kelsey Smith
Thanks to Ted Hughes by Sarah Quinn
My Wholesale Romance by Sarah Quinn
Fishing by Mikaela Lane
Junkyard Love Elegy by Derk Olthof
Seed by Ashley mae Christensen
Caregiver by Greta Ballif
[untitled] by Megan Trueblood
[untitled] by David Scott
[untitled] by Claire Buys
[untitled] by Houston Trueblood
[untitled] by Christine Armbruster
[untitled] by Leslie Duke
[untitled] by Daniel Embree
Judy Busk with Bjorn Steffensen
Rob Carney with Inscape
Annelise Duerden with Inscape
Kevin Hart with Brent Rowland
Bess Hayes with Brennan Jernigan
Mary Hedengren with Sara Duke
Scott Russell Sanders with Annie Roberts
Tessa Meyer Santiago with Ashley Archibald and Anna Orr
Douglas Thayer with Kimberly Smith
Phillip White with Jacob Chapman
Jason Whitmarsh with Garrett Wilkes
Carol Lynch Williams with Krista Isom
Tim Wynne-Jones with Kara Charlesworth
So Much Still Remains reviewed by Courtney Price