Marie-Claire Blais Interview
Paul Bowles Interview
Paul Bowles • A Capsule Autobiography
Chuck Connor • The British Scene
Jon Daunt • Three Very Different Magazines and an Anthology
Elaine Equi• Interview
Roy Fisher• Interview
Mary Mackey• Interview
Thomas McGonigle • Molested By Corpses
Douglas Messerli • Interview*
Gregory Orfalea • Resisting Nothingness: Discovering William Pillin
Richard Peabody • Notes from the Bell Tower (editorial)
On a ground remarkable for lack of character, sweeps of direction form.
It’s not possible to determine whether they rise from the ground’s qualities or are marked on to it. Or whether, if the first, the lines suck the ground’s force up, or are its delegates; or if the second, whether the imposed marks mobilize or defeat it; or both, in all cases.
Out of a scratch ontology the sweeps of direction form, and, as if havingdirection, produce, at wide intervals, the events.
There are wiry nodes made of small intersecting planes as if rendered byhatching, and having a vapid, played-out look. But they are the nearest the field has to intense features. Each has a little patch of red.
Salts work their wayto the outside of a plant potand dry white.
This encrustationis the only image. The rest—the entire winter, if there’s winter—comes as a variable that shiftsin any part, or vanishes.
I cancompare what I like to the salts,to the pot, if there’s a pot,to the winter if there’s a winter.
The salts I can compareto anything there is.Anything.
Long ago I formed the idea of becoming a poet by writing poems. I’dtried painting, and I’d tried music, but had been oppressed by thedifficulty of avoiding academic training in these arts–an avoidancewhich at the time seemed to me essential. But it was a time when nobodyin this country would have suggested that it was possible or desirable toteach imaginative writing beyond the rudiments of school composition, somy way was clear. My readings about poetry threw up very few prescriptions, and I was sorry rather than glad to find even those. I can remember struggling, rather unwillingly, to take to heart the warnings Wystan Auden issued in the preface of his selection from Tennyson. He said that if a young man came to him full of important things he wanted to say, then that young man would never be a poet; if, on the other hand, he said “I like hanging around words, listening to what they say,” then maybe one day he would be a poet. I thought this a piece of rather mystical pedantry, but I saw the force of it. And it was probably my first acquaintance with the anthropomorphic view of language, the suggestion that it has a will of its own. It’s one of those jokes that feeds off a real unease.
Jesse Glass, Jr.• Mayakovsky Is Dead
Hold on to the banister coming down.Stairs, especially the ones, Astaire,that are clear of sleeping catsand shoes and the pile to go upstairs,are next dangerous to flight.
Grab it, think of the neck of a shysterwho’s just held up his white handsgoing now let me explainafter he rippled and splayed his cards face downwith a misty and fluttery smileand began to list the options available,
just about to flip you overboardlike a clam whose single musclewasn’t triggered by the heat to pop open,to leave you bubbling in the circleof bright and bobbing boats for hirewith glossy white donut life ringsall painted with the namesof their weekend port:Trish, Golly ‘O Molly, Fine Fran.
Rod Tulloss • Finding the Masculine Principle in Babyshit
Afaa Michael Weaver • A Photograph of Negro Mania
Ann Elizabeth Downer • Noli Me Tangere
Suzanne Ress • Little Toros
D. E. Steward • Heathrow
Lee Upton • The Peaceable Kingdom
Raya Bodnarchuk • 7 sculptures
Lisa Montag Brotman • painting
Ruth M. Fairchild • Seated Woman (stuffed fabric)
Sy Gresser • I Through IV (sculpture)
Brion Gysin • photo
Ellen MacDonald • After Lebanon, Toro (oil)
Judy Miller • Weather Vane (assemblage)
William Newman • Johnny Be Good (oil)
Linda Swick • The German
Sarah Tuft • Clutches (painting)
Lynd Ward • woodcut
Rob Zimmet • photo
Book reviews by Frank Allen, Jorn K. Bramann, Maxine Combs, Jon Daunt, Richard M. Flynn, Maryl Jo Fox, Loss Pequeño Glazier, Karla M. Hammond, Lane Jennings, Ed Kaitz, Joseph Keppler, Lois Mathieu, Richard Peabody, Patric Pepper, Robert Peters, Jacklyn Potter, Eva Shaderowfsky, Laurel Speer, Gregory Stephenson, John Stickney, and Jeffrey D. Talmadge.
#24. Pub date: 3/5/1984Joint reading with Bogg magazine at the Writer’s Center, Strathmore Rd. location,Bethesda, MD. Featuring Tina Fulker and Bill Holland reading poetry for Gargoyle.