Lit/Pub #IV - The Wake Up Issue - Spring2024
The magazine of Professor Andrea di Robilant literary class at The American University of Rome. "Last year’s issue of Lit/Pub was about the slow return to a post-Covid world. This year, the initial theme was dreams – time to get on with it and think about the future. But the more we discussed what to put in the issue, the more it became apparent that a lingering wariness was still in the air, even a certain complacency. Hence the exhortatory title – The Wake Up Issue – which Isabella Klepikoff has deftly captured in the design of this year’s cover: a wolf resting by a Roman fountain. He looks to be resting, but his lively green eyes tell us he is stirring back to action."
The magazine of Professor Andrea di Robilant literary class at The American University of Rome.
"Last year’s issue of Lit/Pub was about the slow return to a post-Covid world. This year, the initial theme was dreams – time to get on with it and think about the future. But the more we discussed what to put in the issue, the more it became apparent that a lingering wariness was still in the air, even a certain complacency. Hence the exhortatory title – The Wake Up Issue – which Isabella Klepikoff has deftly captured in the design of this year’s cover: a wolf resting by a Roman fountain. He looks to be resting, but his lively green eyes tell us he is stirring back to action."
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Poetry<br />
i attempt again and again<br />
to expose my snapped bones to the world.<br />
crazy, they call me.<br />
i am crazy. i am mad—<br />
bonkers.<br />
but i do find comfort in the presence<br />
of other mental patients.<br />
together we find a likeness.<br />
together we stand as a wall.<br />
as the beast, protected<br />
with fur crafted by the blood of those like me,<br />
stones us.<br />
the warm blood<br />
that traces my scalp<br />
will soon find a home on its coat.<br />
the crimson sigil, marked<br />
in glory, of those cast aside<br />
waves beside us. signaling<br />
our social tragedy.<br />
it waves for those with<br />
biohazardous waste awaiting its time to ooze<br />
from the skin.<br />
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