Letter from the Editors-in-Chief

Winter 2022 Issue | Hannah Ramsey

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            At the time this issue was beginning to be finalized, we had just surpassed the one-year mark of our upending by the pandemic; pivoting to online schooling, social distancing defaulting to the new modus operandi, and grappling with socioeconomic disparities in accessibility to various forms of healthcare, technology, and education are among a few of the many struggles that come to mind when I think back to this time and what we endured. Undoubtedly, the previous year brought with it an incredible amount of suffering in the face of uncertainty. 

 

            Yet, as time has passed, humanity has proved its capacity for resilience. Online educational programs, Polyphony one among them, increased their offerings to ensure interactive learning could continue via a digital format. The vaccine roll-out and distribution allowed for loved ones to reunite after months of quarantining. Organizations joined forces to ensure that the needs of those from underserved populations were met. An incident that started as a moment of international conflict transformed into personal and political reckonings that, in many ways, collectively moved us forward.

 

            Upon reflection, I have come to the conclusion that what allows for humanity to overcome such extreme hardship, as was the case with the pandemic, is inextricably related to our ability to harbor hope. This ability to hope despite circumstantial evidence pleading us to do anything but is, I believe, facilitated by our inborn desire to create and express. Through artistic freedom, we fashion the futures we want for ourselves through narrative, while concurrently retelling the stories of our past. We can bridge the gap between imagination and actuality, ultimately imbuing our lives with new power as we overwrite narratives of sullen defeat with those of heroic completion. 

 

            During this past year and a half, the need for essential service workers became more apparent than ever, and it is my belief that artists happen to comprise part of this group of essential workers. Through their creative endeavors, they help us not just cross, but transcend boundaries that once kept us confined by situations initially deemed hopeless. The writers for this issue of Polyphony undeniably belong to this cohort of artists, and for their work, I thank them.

 

            Yet it is not merely the writing of literature that provides us with these stories. The rereading, analyzing, and refining of those stories in order to elucidate connections, emphasize revelation, and epitomize the essence of hope is equally necessary. Without the amazing staff of editors at Polyphony bringing their unique perspectives and valued critiques to each submission we received, the completion of Volume 17 would not have been possible, nor would it have been produced with the same degree of thematic coherence and emotional poignancy it exhibits. I owe my gratitude to their work for the magazine and their willingness to support Polyphony’s mission of sustaining a place where young writers’ voices can be synchronously heard. To the Polyphony staff: thank you for creating a space of togetherness that was a source of solace for so many high school students this past year. Your work does not go under-appreciated.

 

            While the pieces in this issue bleed with remnants of the aforementioned hardship we have cumulatively experienced over the past several months, they also possess something distinct that I only recently was able to identify, rather uncoincidentally at the onset of winter: grief. As the fall has faded out, and barren trees have begun to all but replace the autumnal foliage so characteristic of the season, there is a trace feeling of loss that seems to have permeated the air. This feeling compels me to breathe in the ephemerality of life and hold it, knowing I have to take my next breath and yet not wanting to exhale what currently is for fear of what it may become. In this stillness, the losses incurred throughout the year crystallize, filling me with an urge to savor the present, even while reminiscing on the past. 

 

            Such a theme of loss and grief, with its associated wistful nostalgia, cannot help but accentuate itself throughout this issue. Whether it be the bittersweetness of migrating to a foreign environment in an attempt to re-envision the concept of home, such as that featured in Cathy Miao’s “Roots”; the pursuit of a love that stipulates a sort of self-transformation and loss of identity, as seen in Karma Abboud’s “From One Shut-In Heart, to Another”; or the unanticipated death of a close friend, as is the case in Thea Rowan’s “(auto)nomy”, the notion of giving up what is familiar, whether by choice or obligation, is laden in the voice of each speaker and narrator, confronting the reader with what they, too, have had to or must eventually let go.

 

            Yet, with this loss of familiarity comes the birth of another era brimming with the opportunity for change. There is space to re-examine established patterns and re-define what normal looks like. Perhaps this has never been as important as it is now, where we exist not in a post-pandemic society, but instead inhabit a world that is continually reinventing itself to mold into a new sort of normal.  

 

            I hope you find pieces of yourself in this issue and that, with each loss grieved, you are filled with the wonder that comes only from knowing the realities that reside in you which have yet to be lived out. 

 

Happy Reading,

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Hannah Ramsey

           

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