New Orleans Rev1ew LOYOLA UNIVERSITY VOLUME 24, NUMBERS 3 65’ 4 as t|'|1=:. oBjtcTivrr {F y()U rEad Y ATh 0U bRe pr \‘ 1641f"““" Y0 ‘ .f““"'t 1 K e’. Ya / K s1‘m1<” Ur D‘ P \ "'""*f'" 2* ‘Y, Fm’ Ta“ W». E "L/‘LOud E \ 3 E 1 \ ‘ \‘ K s1'u I. $5! = ; \ 1” iu. \‘ '1 \ ~. & r- .:'I'V” ‘EH8 Stupid Love Salvation Dirty Dreams Birthmarks Echolocation Second Story Bicameralization Angels in White Dresses Mouth’d Sonnet donble issue 63> $10 0 74470 88011 1 Q52-x-s@\¢1 y " ,,M 1/J .,~..._,~___ -- --- _» ---»@~- v -— ' Editor Front Cover: Untitled 1998 (Picabia) by Ionathan Santlofer, 12 x 12 inches, Ralph Adamo Oil on Carved Hydrocal Stone Back Cover: Untitled 1998 ( Rothko) by Ionathan Santlofer, 12 x 12 inches, Oil on Carved Hydrocal Stone Associate Book - Editor Review Editor New Orleans Review is published quarterly by Loyola University, New S9Phia Smile Maw A- MCCGY Orleans, Louisiana 70118, United States. Copyright © 1998 by Loyola University New Orleans. 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Berry Second Story 106 Steve Wilson Mouth’d Sonnet 57 lonathan Santlofer Untitled 1998 (Duchamp) 114 Sam Taylor The Lost World 58 4 New Orleans Review New Orleans Review 5 I Ralph Adamo excerpts from The Bicameralization: A Poem (in Disengaging Parts) About Love Without the Protection of Grace 115 Robert Hendrickson Dirty Dreams 131 Ionathan Santlofer Untitled 1998 (Mary Cassatt) 135 Karen Bjorneby Angels in White Dresses 136 E .A. Hilbert When Tracing New Borders Maria M. Hummel Baptism 1 The Only Daughter 150 _ ‘ts! Kate Deimling Mary Curley Ken Fontenot Reverie 153 Each Day You Woke Still Pickled 154 ~ David Punter Do the Watusi 155 Ionathan Santlofer >1 Untitled 1998 (Edward Hopper) 162 Ionathan Santlofer Artist's Statement 163 fonatban Santlor UNTITLED 1998 (Picasso) 1 I 3/4 x 11 3/4 inches Books . ]0hn Clark on Em Memdria Chico Mendes: A Tribute Pm”! and Gou“/98 0” Pa?” on the Ten Year Anniversary of His Death 165 Contributors 168 6 New Orleans Review F’ F Laurie Blauner i from his scalp in curves, his long ]ewish nose resting like a dragony on his face and Lizzie’s. Now she can smell his clothing stitched with cigarette smoke. He always has a pack tucked in his jacket pocket near his unresolved heart. It is a LIFE vi/ITH STAN» grainy, pungent odor permeating everything he touches with yellow-tipped fingers. His breath smells of cigarettes as though he inhales a different air. His pants are so tart it is as if he lives and dresses himself in another house entirely. First there is ghting and then the VaIT1Pifes- A few Yeats later Lillie is tee “Qkay,” Lizzie says holding his jacket sleeve while colorful crowds of adults big for Stan, her father, to swing her back and forth in his overnight bag. She is and ehiidren eddy around thern erying_ She Wants to say good-hye to her e1ass_ ten and Ciaire is 5iX- Her dark hair hears Siappihg her awake’ iaiighihg> iike ah mates but she doesn’t see them anymore. Lizzie wonders at so many people animal kissing her long face. She remembered her small hands gripping the Weeping for someone they didn’t know, someone they never met. But people sides of the hr0Wn leather <:arry—0n Case- The metal reetangles Or the 0Peh weeping nonetheless because of what he represented, although she doesnit have zipper ran beneath her underarms, railroad tracks with a bulge in the center the words to say this. Although no one would know what to say if he stood in around her tiny body. She felt free, tossed toward the apartmentis teXtL1ted front of them right now. It is like reading at school. Sharing in someone’s life ceiling with her father’s hand tethering her from becoming lost in the air, resem- heeanse of who you think they are It is eaiied history_ bling some extinct bird. Her father liked the moments she Was suspended, Wind combs their hair on the streets. Lizzie’s brown leotards make her skin frozen in air at armis length, a buttery under glass, interesting. t1nk110Wahle> think of static and electricity. She pulls them and they fall comfortably back untouchable. She Could mouth Words and not he heard, this mystery in his into the shape of her legs. People on the cement New York streets are crying or often used bag. on their way to somewhere they could cry. A footnote of sky is visible between It is the year President Kennedy is shot and pinned to his Car like some the tall buildings that display their windows like glass doors into other lives. specimen. Lizzie is trying to catch goldsh in a pond at the school fair. Her face Lizzie thinks of her lost fish, happy in its veils of water and light, glad to no winks in the corkscrew light from the surface. The other children’s and adultis longer feel the spider touch of her treacherous fingers, to no longer think about voices recede against the green and brick walls. The tables, games, and shouting the lurid end of its life anymore. seem to be in another world, leaving Lizzie to her own. She opens her mouth to swallow the refracted colors moving down the image of her throat like tasting * * * * * colorful clouds. Her ngers resembling grass sway in the shadows of the orange fish. She is less concerned with catching the fish than holding them. She The elevator leads them loudly past the doormen on the ground floor and wonders if they think they are giving themselves to stone gods or are curious to the carpeted hall on the ninth floor. The wallpaper blossoms with fleur-de-lis enough to breath air, no matter what the result. They affect one another in the overhead light. Lizzie’s father, Stan, short for Stanley, fumbles like an old, through motion, her movement is the medium, swishing her fingers, they dart harmless bee at the locks on the thick front door. After so many clicks they the other way. She can feel them brush her fingertips like a new language. And enter the bright light of the kitchen. Lizzie follows the cigarette smoke, some sometimes vocabulary is just beyond her and she feels alone. The goldsh are ghostly presence, like bread crumbs or pebbles to be used to find the way home. rnoving their lips to say something and then a man’s face appears in the Lizzie hears voices from her parents’ bedroom. She thinks longingly for sequined water, swimming in small waves at first. He is wearing a dark suit and once of Stan’s mother’s apartment with her living room furniture encased in the face of any man.