We're after ourselves, language, love. "The love I love is one, but one, the only rose!" reads the inscription under the statue of priest, scholar, historian, poet and community leader, Fray Angelico Chavez (1910-1996) at the downtown plaza in Santa Fe. And Celan, translated reads, "Bolt the door: There are roses in the house … where they beat my father and mother to death: what bloomed there, what blooms there?"
Because this therefore that is ongoing, who what where when why how regardless. Mired in or sorting out or faced with the cruel and unusual, we travel through a daily and ordinary impermanence, quarkly and at times celebratory as per Le Roman de la Rose, for example. On dit: l'important c'est la rose l'important c'est la we made up down deduct youth beauty danger jealousy bad-mouthing un peu bouche un peu trust me it is le roman delaros ele ro man de la ro se le rom an dela roseler oman del arose lerom and elar o sel ero man de la rose for a four letter truth – eros, rose, sore, after ourselves.
The hybrid nature of the contributors to this feature is engaging. Their self created constraints foster open and inquiring minds. No solving, re solving or dis solving but revelations, moment to moment temporal to spatial, changing. An event, cherchent, changent. Language too a rose, a dwelling, opening up, evolving. Silverstein's Silence sparkles with hope. Gul is vart is rose in the Supernal Garden, I say … the haptic laugh … yet were it not for tragedy we would have been nomenclature. For Anagnopoulos, Darkness is well stocked with pink … Everything shakes, radiates. So then, alors, Casamassima's intricacies about writing are a treat … break me of this habit/of forming you into words/the form of me knowing you … to return if sketched/to the prophet's silence … to browse through columns/of grass intended for rain … Mukherjee's escorting Paradjanov's Po-megranate to Po-etry, tremors to work (writing). Stamatakis in Two is self, not verb nor object … flexion & gyre - , Switaj right there at the immediacy of experience … fallen where I fell … malforming white beams. Rich Murphy says, The definition of steward brings action; the painterly dramatics of Basil King trans-migrate our sensibilities; Muller's hare to hair gyrations with artwork are screaming: May I speak, may I? Of course, we say. Curtain's up, here we go.
Contents:
Call for Work
Gul of the Supernal Garden
by Arpine Konyalian Grenier
Hare's Cathedral
by Sabine Lenore Müller
Isolated System
by Aryanil Mukherjee
Silence
by Ozlem Silverstein
Two
by Matina Stamatakis
Learning to Draw / A History
by Basil King
Escorted by the Sun
by Kostas Anagnopoulos
from Joys
by Christopher Casamassima
The from I, Me Me Mine
by Richard Murphy
Sulaymaniyah
by Elizabeth Kate Switaj
