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New Or~a Volume 26 N Fall/Win New 0 r~ans Review Volume 26 Numbers 3 & 4 Fall/Winter 2000 COVER ART: EDITOR "Only the Fool" by James Tisdale Christopher Chambers Earthenware 48" x 18" x 15 lfz" POETRY EDITOR FRONTISPIECE : Sophia Stone "Docked" by Walter Crump Pinhole Photograph 19lfz" x 13" BOOK REVIEW EDITOR Mary A. McCay BUSINESS MANACjER Michelle Mechta New Orleans Review, founded in 1968, is published by Loyola Uni COPY EDITOR T.R. Mooney versity New Orleans. Loyola University is a charter member of the Association of]esuit University Presses. New Orleans Review accepts TYPOCjRAPHER unsolicted submissions of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, translations, Christopher Chambers artwork, and photography. Manuscripts are read year round. Unso SASE licited manuscripts must be accompanied by for response. EDITORIAL ASSISTANTS Subscriptions $15 per year u .s.; $30 outside u.s. No portion of New Ana Dahlman, Skelly McCay Orleans Review may be reproduced without written permission. All rights reserved. Send all correspondence to New Orleans Review, CONTRIBUTINCj EDITORS Box 195, Loyola University, New Orleans, Louisiana 70n8. Visit us John Biguenet, Douglas Brinkl on the internet at www.loyno.edu I english I ~noreview. Contents Michelle Fredette, John Gery, · Marcus Smith listed in the PMLA Bibliography, the Index of American Periodical Verse, and the American Humanities Index. Copyright 2000 by ADVISORY COMMITTEE Loyola University. Printed in the United States. ISSN: 0028-6400 Lorynne Cahn, Philip Carter,~ Henry Folse, Roger Kamenetz Acknowledgement: "Going" by Mireille Juchau first appeared in a Julian Mutter, Michael Sartiske slightly different version in Australia in Meanjin, summer, 2000. FOUNDINCj EDITOR Miller Williams LOYOLA UNIVERSITY NEW ORLEANS EDITOR Christopher Chambers POETRY EDITOR Sophia Stone BOOK REVIEW EDITOR Mary A. McCay BUSINESS MANACjER Michelle Mechta COPY EDITOR T.R. Mooney TYPOCjRAPHER Christopher Chambers EDITORIAL ASSISTANTS Ana Dahlman, Skelly McCay CONTRIBUTIN(j EDITORS John Biguenet, Douglas Brinkley, Barbara Ewell, Michelle Fredette, John Gery, Peggy McCormack, Marcus Smith ADVISORY COMMITTEE Lorynne Cahn, Philip Carter, Yorke Corbin, Randy Fertel, Henry Folse, Roger Kamenetz, Carol Mcintosh, Julian Mutter, Michael Sartiskey, Ashley Schaffer FOUNDIN(j EDITOR Miller Williams CONTENTS ] effrey Levine The Dansant 10 I Make a New Friend Who Speaks in Idioms II Susanne Kart Migraine 12 The joy ofCooking 14 Richard McNally The Rooming House 16 Mary Spalding A Few Regrets 25 Marino Mufioz Lagos (translated by David A. Petreman) The Yellow Travelers 26 Notebook Pertaining to Autumn 27 Edward Bartak-Baratta The Ways ofDying 28 Memo From a Dead Man 29 Mireille Juchau Going 30 David Francis At the Peale Museum 39 Amanda Schaffer Jennifer Falling Down 40 Small's 42 Matthew Cooperman A Mini-Mart Near Fresno 44 My Brueghel 46 Rob Trucks Kansas California Catie Rosemurgy What I Wanted to Say Instead ofYes When a Guy at a Bar Asked Me IfI Grew Up Near Lake Michigan 6J Doll Up 62 Drew Perry Stigmata as Party Trick Barbara O'Dair Past Struggling Up 65 Palo Tung Fish is Fish 66 Virgil Suarez Big Yellow Oxen ss David Roderick Oratory ofthe Little Way 86 Patrick Moran Windows Chalkboard ----------~-------------------~ ~~ Sarah Roberts The Mineral Fact 92 Syllable 93 Daniel Gutstein Date Inside S-- Cafeteria 94 Scott Griffin Clouds Ahead ofthe Rain George Kalamaras Miltos Sahtouris, Face to the Wall 102 The Tongue ofGabriela Mistral 104 Walter Crump images from The Bent Cities Project 105 Todd James Pierce Doubts II4 Hypochondriac Il5 PatriciaJabbeh Wesley Get Out ofHere, Boys! n6 Around the Mountains n8 Katherine Longstreet Travels in Arabia Deserta 120 Aaron Bannister Apostasy 135 Legion 136 Raspberries 138 Marjorie Kemper We've Seen This Before 140 Cynthia Cruz Winter, relentless Disturbance in Atmosphere Phyllis Stowell Stripped ofall circumstance 150 Robert Lopez Monkey in the Middle 152 Silas Zobal Camp ofLow Angels 155 Philip Dacey Thomas Eakins' Between Rounds 163 Thomas Eakins' Portrait of Miss Elizabeth Burton 164 The Bonfire 165 Mary A. McCay Harry Potter: Literature or the Rubbish Heap ofHistory!' 168 Julian Wasserman Still Epic After All These Years 179 Contributors 182 JEFFREY LEVINE JEFFREY LEVINE TheDansant I Make a New Friend Wl See her down there? That's our planet as a young child Which dessert, which fly rod, ~ red, eruptive, difficult, Jurassic, lost. In this hemisphere, the choices At Olduvai Gorge, for example, a flat-headed chunk of skull gathers and under water, or appear pal in its furrows the fetid air, one millennium and then another. on Limoges, a platter full of saf Near Lake Turkana, the ridged brow of the twelve-year-old To illustrate: Somewhere deep who went for water two million years ago-stilllards the plain. there was a waterfall and ripe v Jaw fragments, leg and hand bones. A scattering coconuts and banana trees, but ofhackberry seeds. Teeth. Those, too. tips sharp as blades-and don't It got cold, then colder. You see? Back by the water's edge, all mar One night the moon diminished, next the entire sun. spoiled in the sun's heat and un Still, we forgive the lightning, promise children light follows night. I'd rather not waste six hundrec What do we know? It pleases us to think it might. booties, fins-still, the right lor Let it be so. It pleased the kids to dream One employs false methods, tal thele, dream thelyblast, dream the lee wash of night itself lets the eager heart go blind. Yo Only an epoch pause, each of us a furrowed, hair-matted thing staring Go ahead. Betray it! Throw the at the ice-borne rim just long enough to scatter seeds across the melt. You're cheating. It's a crime, bu You do it because love adores, i and with it, the water burns. Don't let it blind you, man petit J Breathe in, breathe out. :to New Orleans Review ~,... ____ _ JEFFREY LEVINE ' I Make aNew Friend Who Speaks in Idioms Which dessert, which fly rod, which pair of smoked eyeglasses? In this hemisphere, the choices are all bright silver and under water, or appear pale blue with cherry-colored fins on Limoges, a platter full of saffron beards and scarlet snouts. To illustrate: Somewhere deep in the interior, there was a waterfall and ripe vegetation- coconuts and banana trees, but also plants with star-shaped trunks, tips sharp as blades-and don't forget the flying foxes, slippery pigs. Back by the water's edge, all manner of delicacies: white flesh, soft and flat, spoiled in the sun's heat and unspoiled in the cool of night. I'd rather not waste six hundred dollars' worth of masks and snorkels, booties, fins-still, the right longitude plays hard to get. One employs false methods, takes liberties, smashes into everything, lets the eager heart go blind. You leave the world to its broad daylight. Go ahead. Betray it! Throw the others off track. You're cheating. It's a crime, but isn't it a kind of glory? You do it because love adores, it bums inside you, and with it, the water bums. Don't let it blind you, man petit poisson. Breathe in, breathe out. New Orleans Review :1.:1. SUSANNE KORT Mign{ine Alicia goes & buys stones when the Librium drains off-amethyst, rose quartz, what the white witch recommends-she has learned to trust anything she can pay for & heft now: pellets of yellow citrine stuffed for cheer in the empty cup of her brassiere, the left one, '84, the year before Gunnar has gone for sure. She gets on elevators & stays there: up & down come to her. Stevenson's precarious Aes Triplex appears, skewed, in sporadic nightmares: the deadly perils of not being here. She pours a quart of the best scotch over the fresh loam of his grave; in bed she investigates the beyond where he is, & comes to the conclusion she'll see him again the son-of-a-bitch :1.2 New Orleans Review :in some re:incamation. She starts & stops karmas & has her palm read, she kept bis suits, bis ties, she cries diamonds onto the mute checkbook that is hers. Cream:ing, she dreams of reconstructive surgery, she dances, palms up over the rim of tht; earth Susanne Kort :1.3 SUSANNE KORT The joy of Cooking I am in the kitchen. I am building a simulacrum of my llle. I begin with these papery bricks, in various states of disrepair & decay, although some of them, soupstained, reeking of prehistoric onions, still have their covers on; the majority, the fulvous Godivas have been sauced to death: these are the ancient warriors, amazons, oldest inhabitants, the best & the brightest, the residue, this very house, deglazed to some essence not attainable by day: for it's night outside always, it's late but never dawn when I begin & rebegin this re-creation, pillaging the shelfby the phone for hoary antipastos, benne seed wafers, that hyperborean lentil ragout that one of the two of them used to request, come :first frost: I pick through the spices & mousses & bay leaves, the gravies & frassy aiolis, the green mayonnaises that once shored us up, drunk on capers, the pantries & oriels, anterooms random guests bussed me in, stirring formulas, those discarnate meals that if they'd just occurred in time 14 New Orleans Review would have absolved one. I seem to stand convicted, hammer in hand, teeth full of nails, on the top rung of some scaffolding. It's time for dessert now. Almonds? & icing? Hearts of angelica? Was I all pie. Susanne Kort - :1.5 RICHARD MCNALLY The Rooming House That was the night I told Dora I felt people were walking all over me, that I was more a thing than a person, that Cavalcanti, with his torn shoes and straitjacket pessimism and fifty-nine varieties of mindsores was dubious company at best, that the Tschissiks were out to get me, to abuse me, to bang me around till most of my in ner mechanisms were broken and smashed and worthless, and that ..