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Untitled, 2000
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Volume 48, Issue 4

HISTORY IS A TRAP. President Bush, with his blowtorch gaze on Iran, utters the magic words "World War III," and we had better get behind them. The desire to avoid World War III is "cut and run," and can only give comfort to the enemies of peace, freedom, and democracy. We must not stand down from our mission, which is to kill a lot of people, if not all of them.

But this takes troops. An invasion of Iran means conscription. It's in my students' eyes, their growing anxiety about a war that, for them, is not only endless but beginningless. It started when they were preteens, a trap history laid for them.They have nowhere to hide: surveyed prenatally by ultrasound, and then by baby monitors, and then by security cameras everywhere, these kids are on the spot. Who else is left to go to Iran?

There is a flaw in human nature that causes our weapons to fire themselves, that makes us build eyes to stare back at us, that uses ingenuity to end ingenuity. Dylan Thomas wrote, "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower/Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees/Is my destroyer." Death and Eros wind into a Möbius strip. It is how we are made.

Let's not say: "We have seen it all. We have seen the end of the world and lived through that. Get over it.You'll die and then return to your work and shopping. The serpent pupil that stares at you in the dark cares for you deeply.You'll have robots and inconceivable toys."

Let's say something else. Like:"History is not a trap." Whether or not it's true.

David Lenson
for the editor


Entries

art

Untitled and Word Vitrines

By Bethan Huws

poetry

Terra incognita

By Bob Hicok

fiction

The Insurance Adjuster

By T.L. Toma

poetry

The evening

By John Emil Vincent

nonfiction

Sergeant Pepper's Meter Maid: Letters on Parenthood in Present-Day Berkeley

By Ramsey Scott

poetry

For the Sightsingers

By Muriel Nelson

fiction

The Skeleton

By Wendy Rawlings

poetry

Incantation to Raise the Dead

By Brian Hayter

nonfiction

Language

By Kathleen Spivack

poetry

Window Sill

By Nina Payne

fiction

King of the Gypsies

By Lenore Myka

poetry

Immigrant Song

By Fady Joudah

nonfiction

Burning at Nooksak

By Janet Yoder

poetry

Lady Macbeth in the Caucasus

By Katherine Young

fiction

Infestation

By Amy Bordiuk

poetry

Inspiration

By Nancy Sherman

nonfiction

Traffic of Our Stage: A Moon for the Misbegotten

By Normand Berlin

poetry

Not Quite Like a Raisin

By Maya May

fiction

The Artist Wears Rough Clothing and Carries Jade Inside

By Robert Wexelblatt

poetry

You Get to Hold

By Donald Morrill

nonfiction

Something Special In The Air

By Cassandra McGovern

poetry

The forecast

By Bob Hicok

poetry

Troubled times

By Bob Hicok

Table of Contents

Introduction, by David Lenson

Terra incognita; The forecast; and Troubled times,
Poetry by Bob Hicok

The Insurance Adjuster, Fiction by T.L. Toma

The evening, Poetry by John Emil Vincent

Sergeant Pepper's Meter Maid, Nonfiction by Ramsey Scott

For the Sightsingers, Poetry by Muriel Nelson

The Skeleton, Fiction by Wendy Rawlings

Incantation to Raise the Dead,
Poetry by Brian Hayter

Language, Non-Fiction by Kathleen Spivack

Window Sill, Poetry by Nina Payne

King of the Gypsies, Fiction by Lenore Myka

Word Vitrines, Art by Bethan Hews

Immigrant Song, Poetry by Fady Joudah

Burning at Nooksak, Non-Fiction by Janet Yoder

Lady Macbeth in the Caucasus,
Poetry by Katherine Young

Infestation, Fiction by Amy Bordiuk

Inspiration, Poetry by Nancy Sherman

Traffic of Our Stage: A Moon for the Misbegotten,
Non-Fiction by Normand Berlin

Not Quite Like a Raisin, Poetry by Maya May

The Artist Wears Rough Clothing and
Carries Jade Inside, Fiction by Robert Wexelblatt

You Get to Hold, Poetry by Donald Morrill

Something Special In The Air,
Non-Fiction by Cassandra McGovern

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