22.11.2014 Views

T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge

T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge

T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.

33<br />

risk of not risking, until you’ve tried it all & do it all & be it all<br />

you haven’t, & time passes, & you probably won’t, & time is up<br />

& you didn’t, most of us on a deathbed only once, yet most of<br />

us live like our lawless carnal hedonist mad dreams didn’t<br />

exist, most of us behave without prompting, cower while not<br />

compelled, will settle for whatever pathetic little we are given,<br />

adjust our internal mathematics lower & lower, our breeze a<br />

hurricane, our Malden an Emerald City, our deepest desires TV<br />

dinner on the couch—<br />

On the credits page is now included mention of all other Scriptor<br />

Press projects: Electrolounge, RaiBooks, Scriptor Press Sampler,<br />

“Within’s Within,” & of course the Jellicle Guild.<br />

<strong>The</strong> many Seattle poems Ric Amante has been writing he culled<br />

& reworked & Barbara illustrated them & the resulting piece was<br />

called “Ferry Tales.” A piece of artwork by a person named Harold<br />

Cunniff appeared. He’d seen SPS 1999 #1 at one of its distribution<br />

points in Boston & submitted to it not ever having seen <strong>The</strong> Cenacle!<br />

Mark Shorette’s story “Wherefore” marked his first fiction in <strong>The</strong><br />

Cenacle since 1995:<br />

Incantation of the eyes.<br />

Behold, behold, the shining retinas which merge dualities<br />

into singleness<br />

singleness which transcends the two from<br />

which it was<br />

whelped<br />

for singleness is the birth of the hound of<br />

heaven<br />

behold in shining sleekness as she courses<br />

about the<br />

perimeter of time<br />

young eyes behold always<br />

old eyes behold, as death approaches<br />

between, the gaze is broken, but by a few,<br />

selected, chosen<br />

by the handsome courser as she goes along, chasing the<br />

deceitful prey.<br />

How glorious in pursuit is she!<br />

Ciccone’s contribution is a 4-page poem called “Merwin” dedicated to<br />

his poetic mentor:<br />

But for today, unmet friend,<br />

all there is through the lens of this window are the same<br />

stone towers, the highway with its tumbling whir<br />

unending, beside the tracks that give way at times to the<br />

windless train bearing off its dead, the puff of birds with their<br />

<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 50 / December 2003

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!