I love talking about structure…It’s just that we could be here until morning and I could still be going another five days…
- Why We’re Doing Art in Today’s World: Interview with Composer David Smooke — Carolyn Ogburn
- Uimhir a Cúig | Excerpts from Stealing Life: Memoir — Eamonn Sheehy
- Lecture the Lemurs: Poems — Russell Bennetts and Rauan Klassnik
- Loving: A Novel Excerpt — Henry Green
- Always Hinting | Review of Loving by Henry Green — Dorian Stuber
- Numero Cinco | Poems by Elsa Cross Plus Interview with Translator Anamaría Crowe Serrano
- Opferlingen: Fiction — S.D. Chrostowska
- Evolution of Lust: Poems — Hilda Raz
- In the Antechamber of Hallucination: Art & Prose — J. Karl Bogartte
- Mad for Sorrow: Time, the Demon, & Being (at One’s Wits’ End) in the Cloud of Unknowing — Nicola Masciandaro
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A high pitched curling. An unnatural sound. It was the first time I heard a rabbit scream. The ferret burrows while eating into live flesh.
…salted chocolate / orange tea, i ha sailed / the trembling, blow-meat seas. And I have blue trousers sports ones on / last night’s pizza scattered for my mouse // burning spoons
He was kicking this flower into his pantry not more than thirty inches at a time when Miss Burch with no warning opened and came out of Mr. Eldon’s death chamber. She was snuffling.
Green’s prose disguises its strangeness as ordinariness. His ostensibly straightforward prose is profoundly unsettling and unusually hard to parse. The longer we pause over a sentence the weirder it seems.
Words wanted / beyond what they are— / yet when we try to grasp them / their flight is slowly undone / like ritual gestures. / They empty of image, / are no more than voice…
I see clearly now: those thronging about him are smeared with his blood. There he lies, the sacrifice, limp and ruddy, like something flayed or badly burnt. I look away as the spectacle begins to turn my stomach.
She whispers, “I’ve loved you for half my life.” // To reprise: voluble in bed can signify / the exhaustion of lust and the birth of politics / depending on where you live,
Your body of the orchid feast, thief of the mask. Night hood. “Teach me how to kill, and I will teach you how to love…” Only the wail of silence, in acrobat, even yourself hieroglyphing in lunar light.
Mad for Sorrow: Time, the Demon, & Being (at One’s Wits’ End) in the Cloud of Unknowing — Nicola Masciandaro
…madness as a vital condition for noetic novelty, the only way new ideas become real.
Inspired work by Senior Editor Fernando Sdrigotti and the excellent writers he has brought to the magazine.
Twisty, startling, destabilizing and hallucinatory.
Vol. VII, No. 10 October 2016
- Numero Cinco: Excavating Stridentopolis — Joshua Neuhouser
- Conference Hall: Short Story — Zsuzsa Takács Translated by Erika Mihálycsa
- Satan, Bring Me My Guitar: Poems — Okla Elliott
- Housing for the Rest of Us, A Non-Manifesto — Gary Garvin
- Memory Dance: Review of Rabih Alameddine’s The Angel of History — Frank Richardson
- Diversity, Politics & Music: Interview with Brazilian Composer Camilo Carrara
- The Gloaming: Novel Excerpt — Melanie Finn
- Pilgrim’s Journey : Review of Melanie Finn’s The Gloaming — Mark Sampson
- Cloudwall: Short Story — Germán Sierra
- Uimhir a Cúig | Barbaric Tales: Poems — Catherine Walsh
- Working for the Feds: Six “Hint” Fictions — Michael Martone
- The Flat Third Dimension: Matthew Olzmann’s Contradictions in the Design — Patrick O’Reilly
- O Hail, Mary, Hail: The Long Complicated History of an American Convent — Laura Michele Diener
- Sacred Geometry: Essay & Art — Qwul`thilum (Dylan Thomas)
Vol. VII, No. 11, November 2016
- Mad Mad Mitfords | Review of The Six: The Lives of the Mitford Sisters by Laura Thompson — Laura Michele Diener
- She Will Not Have Crying Jags | Review of Jen George’s The Babysitter at Rest — Benjamin Woodard
- Renderings of Oblique Strategies: Poems — Leslie Ullman
- A Nobel Prize and a Glock: Essay on Neoliberalism & Chicago — Jeremy Brunger
- It’s All Signal: Review of Nell Zink’s Nicotine — Carolyn Ogburn
- Numero Cinco | Maracuyá: Fiction — Agustín Cadena
- Level, Headstrong & Balls: Prose Poems — Mark Cox
- I’m Alive I Tell Myself: Fiction — Jared Daniel Fagen
- The Sublime: Review of Mary Ruefle’s My Private Property — Lawrence Sutin
- Hell is (Researching) Other People — Mary Brindley
- Uimhir a Cúig | The County Manager: Short Story — Dave Lordan
- Stilled Life/Frozen Motion: Ceramic Art — Anne Hirondelle
- Novel Explosives: A Novel Excerpt—Jim Gauer
- The Encyclopedic Novel: Review of Jim Gauer’s Explosives — Jeff Bursey
- Panorama: A Novel Excerpt — Dušan Šarotar
- At the Crossing of Words, Landscape & Memory: Review of Dušan Šarotar’s Panorama — Joseph Schreiber
- Trakl’s Daughter: Poems — Pamela Stewart
- Where Went Niola? | Short Story — Brian Leung
- Making Meaning: Italian Journeys — Genese Grill
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