T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge
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T <strong>HE</strong> C <strong>ENACLE</strong> / JUNE 2001 /13<br />
Ray Soulard, Jr.<br />
Secret Joy Amongst <strong>The</strong>se Times:<br />
<strong>The</strong> History of Scriptor Press,<br />
1995–2001<br />
"Think for yourself<br />
& question authority"<br />
Dr. Timothy Leary<br />
Chapter Two continued from Cenacle 45, April 2001<br />
At the April 1, 1995 meeting, I outlined to the members of the<br />
6 1/2-year-old Jellicle Literary Guild my plan to start up a new<br />
magazine called <strong>The</strong> Cenacle. I spoke of wanting our members to<br />
be part of a literary renaissance the likes of which had not been<br />
witnessed since the 1950s. Four weeks later, on April 29, 1995,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle debuted before this same group at Roma’s. This<br />
magazine, I believed, would constitute our contribution to the<br />
renaissance we so desired.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle 1 is 65 numbered pages in length plus 6 unnumbered pages. <strong>The</strong> cover<br />
artwork is by Virginia Bergeron, a black & white etching of a forest stream, printed on tan<br />
paper, the only Cenacle cover not printed on card stock. Many conventions of the magazine<br />
are established in this premiere issue. First of these is the epigraph page right up front.<br />
Cenacle 1’s two epigraphs establish its theme immediately. JG member Mark Shorette writes:<br />
I believe we dwell in mystery—not as a matter of deception on the part of a<br />
trickster deity, but as a matter of the course of our own nature and that of the<br />
universe—we are infinitely deep and it is infinitely vast. We are capable of<br />
catching glimpses of it all, and the whole of existence is caught up in stringing<br />
some of these seconds together in a necklace that becomes the talisman of our<br />
existence. My God—it is laid so plain and pure before us! We yearn for days