• Abstract and Figures
• Public Full-text

I N ew Or(gans Review / I Volume 31 Number 1 ! COVER ART: EDITOR Floating Lotuses, 1999 Christopher Chambers Raine Bedsole POETRY EDITOR FRONTISPIECE: Sophia Stone Store Hours, Old Algiers, 2004 Ji-Taek Park ASSOCIATE POETRY EDITOR Katie Ford BOOK DESIGN: Christopher Chambers FICTION EDITORS Robert Bell Jeffrey Chan ASSISTANT FICTION EDITOR Michael Lee New Orleans Review, founded in 1965, is published by Loyola Uni­ versity New Orleans. Loyola University is a charter member of the BOOK REVIEW EDITOR Association of Jesuit University Presses. New Orleans Review reads Mary A. McCay unsolicited submissions of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and transla­ tions year round. Subscriptions $12 per year; $20 outside u. s. No ART EDITOR portion of New Orleans Review may be reproduced without written Laura Camille Tuley permission. Send all correspondence to New Orleans Review, Box 195, BUSINESS MANAGER Loyola University, New Orleans, LA 70nS. For more information Erin O'Donnell and back issues, visit us at www.loyno.edu/ ~noreview. Contents PMLA listed in the Bibliography, the Index of American Periodical INTERNS Verse, and the American Humanities Index. Printed in the United Christina Blanco, Anna Farinas, Michael Kirch, States. Copyright 2005 by Loyola University New Orleans. All rights Katie Linehan, Mary Lunsford, reserved. Distributed by Ingram Periodicals. ISSN: 002S-6400 Kathryn Palmer, Daniel Peck, Stephy Schleigh, Elizabeth Thiedeman, Elizabet Travis CONTRIBUTING EDITORS John Biguenet, Henry Folse, John Gery, Peggy McCormack, Ashley Schaffer, Marcus Smith LOYOLA UNIVERSITY FOUNDING EDITOR NEW ORLEANS Miller Williams CONTENTS David Francis Ruins at the Isthmus of Tehuantepec 60 loan Flora Preface II Leeuw V. Vlanderen L. 9 61 Burnt Clay on Bread 62 Chana Bloch If We Choose to Believe 64 Ballast 12 Donald Maginnis James Capozzi Chippewa, One Way 65 Paradise 13 Aurelie Sheehan Eduardo Milan Yellow Felt Eyes 66 [But without blaming hunger] 14 [Poem, don't be afraid to speak clearly] 15 Nathan Whiting [I write because they told me] 16 New Books around Her 71 [It's important that children be born] 17 Thomas Dukes [Under a night like this) 18 Gospels from the Lower Shelf 72 [Art is never truth] 19 Michael Ives William Borden Private Thought Worlds of the Sons of Remote Fathers 76 Ice Fishingfor Alligators 20 Michael Czyzniejewski Tom Haushalter Fight 78 Still Life in the Gulf of Mexico 39 Heroes 80 Guy R. Beining Ji-Taek Park drippingfrom the basin 40 Y Entrance 83 seams 41 Daniel Gutstein Emmy Hunter Radicand 84 I Lived in the Forest 42 Vicinity 44 Cai Qijiao Southern Melody 86 Rob Yardumian On the Eastern Outskirts 87 Ornithology 45 Green 88 Keith Cartwright At Purple Bamboo Garden 89 Needle Carries the Thread 58 Leigh Newman Leonard Kress Dandelion Winds 90 May Day, Krakow, 1986 132 Thirteen Poems by Vijaya Mukhopadhyay 103 Katherine Lucas Anderson ReflectiOns in the Magic Mirror by Carolyne Wright 104 Convenient Care 135 Toward Purbasha Island 106 Susanne Kort Without So Much as a Glance from You 107 Life Rock of Resolve 108 136 Exhilaration and Boat 109 T. J. Beitelman Male 110 Tiresias the Seer 138 Pleasure III Let Yourself Go 112 James Everett Crizer No Home 113 Past an Indiana Garden 158 Bondage 114 Imprint 160 Let It Come Down the Highway 115 Samantha Mineo Myers 116 Stop, Forefinger! New Year's Eve 162 The Magic Mirror 117 Mithra to Helios 163 Bethuadahari Half in Shadow 118 Esther Lee Justin Courter from Crossed, Cross, Crossing 164 Raining Peanuts 121 Simon Perchik Jim Hilgartner * 166 Das Vorlaufen-zu at Mike's 122 * 167 Steve Reed Richard Collins Interview 123 Compassionate Cruelty: Chad Bennett Kim Ki-Duk's Christian Korean Zen Parable 168 Study of the Human Figure in Motion (Man Bathing) 126 Book Reviews 177 Field Recording 128 Night Cycle 130 Contributors 189 Donald Maginnis Project Food Store 131 PREFACE This issue marks the end of an era for the New Orleans Review. With its publication, Sophia Stone, the longest serving editor on the masthead, ends her tenure as poetry editor. Sophia began as as­ sociate editor in 1994 (her first issue included an interview with the poet, Jimmy Carter). In 1999, as editor, she oversaw the challenging production of what turned out to be a remarkable special issue on Czech poetry since the Velvet Revolution. And since 2000, as poetry editor, she has read and considered every poetry submission we've received (some 50,000 or so poems by my estimate). Throughout, she has worked on this journal with diligence, integrity, an unwaver­ ing passion for poetry, and a wonderful sense of humor. Sophia is among the keenest readers of poetry with whom I've had the privilege to work, and it has been an education and a plea­ sure working with her. The poems she's selected and edited speak for themselves, poems that have been reprinted in such places as the Pushcart Prize anthology, the Utne Reader, Verse Daily, and Poetry Daily. On behalf of all the poets she has encouraged, edited, and pub­ lished, and all of us who have worked with her on the magazine over the years, I thank her for her contribution to the New Orleans Review, and wish her all the best. I expect her presence and influence will continue to grace the pages of this journal for years to come. And in turn, I welcome our new poetry editor, Katie Ford, an accomplished poet and teacher, and another keen reader of poetry. We are fortunate to have someone of her caliber to follow in Sophia Stone's footsteps, and she will no doubt make her own mark on forthcoming issues of the New Orleans Review. -Christopher Chambers 111'1"'"-------------------- -----...... -.................. .. CHANA BLOCH JAMES CAPOZZI Ballast Paradise On the empty pan of the scale Who knows how long I'll maunder solo, some we lay a stone. estranged unit beneath even these spires It bears the print of the hand that found pure partnership, natural yang quired that unearthed it. in the night. Flood-lit from underneath, they loom The mind is weighing its losses again, like wed giraffes. They're leaning toward the ark and the hand of the sea, because said silver omega's all foraging for a comfort satori, a peace in which we bear our gentle heavy enough to serve. necks up a bit and, with a final bark, Could have been worse bid bye to violence written us. is the stone we choose, Just like Gaudi, hidden in this dank castle, weighing the dark of the day sublimated each evil urge to spines in the balance against a larger life-sinking dark. of spires, to techne ballasting an Eve divine. He chose to self-sequester as his last peace, to subsist alone on tomes and lettuce. EDUARDO MILAN EDUARDO MILAN [But without blaming hunger] [Poem, don't be afraid to speak clearly] But without blaming hunger Poem, don't be afraid to speak clearly, because hunger knows no blame, as clearly as if you were another, writing. Even writing about guilt as a foreigner would speak, or Keats after purging it, to see it with the titans, resetting their scene as the clothing you've worn in a different light, in a different tent. the most, your most intimate clothing. Error lives in the burning summer, On the verge of the abyss this summer, with its heat waves. to be that rough draft. It was forgetting, not melancholy nor lack of caring, that earned us this grief played out beneath a single sun, the true sun, beneath the general singing above our heads, without medals. Without medals but without fear. -translated by Steven]. Stewart and Patrick Madden -translated by Steven]. Stewart and Patrick Madden EDUARDO MILAN EDUARDO MILAN [I write because they told me] [It's important that children be born] I write because they told me It's important that children be born that money had done away with fables. and that adults not be born, I write means I came here, said my son. A curious paradox what more could the future want from me? most of all because it isn't. There is no forgiveness for unbelievers, When we see what we adults do you who doubt because you can't hear the music, or don't see what we adults do not everything is grapes and flutes. What's lacking when we play with the truth and don't see will appear at the end of what's lacking, because we don't want to see, we don't understand with the it will appear. A hummingbird flies in through how we've gotten there, here, the window. Look, I tell Gabriela, who says: Look. anywhere. This paradox that isn't was given to me by Alejandro when, one morning, we played a distracted game of who knows what. It's important that children be born, ceremonial children. -translated by Steven]. Stewart and Patrick Madden -translated by Steven]. Stewart and Patrick Madden EDUARDO MILAN EDUARDO MILAN [Under a night like this] [Art is never truth] Under a night like this Art is never truth it's hard to know what to write. but there are moments, there are moments as rare One of those nights when everything as this, in which truth is an art form, seems in its place, one a mine, a treasure, EI Dorado. One to find, could wonder how, and moreover two to recognize, three to sing a trio-trilling, why, the word insists, as four to make a chorus. And thus, with a yes now and then, if the word, limpid and innocent, the moment reveals itself.

Load more

  99

Copy Link