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Dusty Dog Reviews The whole project is hip, anti-academic, the poetry of reluctant grown-ups, picking noses in church. An enjoyable romp! Though also serious.
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ISSN 1068-5154
5 boys involved in rape of an 8 year old girl, by Cheryl Townsend
with two as young as 7
they jumped her 8 years
from her bicycle held down
by four and invaded by one
a piece of glass to her neck
in the backyard on the near
East side someone passed by
too late she has the rest of
her life now and the boys
were released to their parents
Proper Attitude, by Mary Winters
Speaking of intentionality
it wouldn’t even take magic
like in “The Sorceror’s Apprentice”
poor Mickey Mouse defeated by
come-alive brooms flooding the
castle with buckets of water -
mouse left alone botched a spell -
to animate those instruments of
torture, murder, mayhem that
languish all around the house,
to make them turn on you:
nail scissors, staple gun,
razor blades in the shower,
everything in the kitchen...that
station wagon in your garage...
Little warning: your car is
the only one with sun
glinting o~f it, bright - glaring,
grocery store parking lot:
darn good sign it’s got
something on its mind.
Why every time lately you
go for milk or the newspaper s
ay good-bye, casual, to the kid
you find yourself asking
is this the last errand
you will ever do. But
you and that omen stuff:
why don’t you give it a rest.
Get detached from the horrible
and admire the choreography.
Get that expression you saw
on some duckling~’ faces:
dulled expectancy
no matter what.
german women guring the war, by Wayne Hogan
What did the
German women do
during the War, what
did they think it was
all about, what did
the German women do when
they were told to, what
did they do when their names
were called and they were asked
to take one step forward
for the Fatherland, what did
the German women do when their
turn came to be better than
the men in moral terms, what
did they do when they knew
what was happening to the Jew,
what did the German women do
during the War?
shelley walled in, by Harold Fleming
... up early, with morning on the rise,
a word down early like a certain bird
I might chase later, if I want a worm.
Now I’m satisfied with a clear sky.
You have it, too - or are you looking elsewhere?
Eyes that turn inward must seek something else.
They’re oval objects, too rare for a shelf -
blue, and shine best when tears are coming through.
I sense you lonely, squirming in a room
you’ve made your own, but now inhabited
by some rank odor from dried flesh and bone;
and I would tear the walls down to get at it
if I thought for one second you feared death
and could do nothing there but hold your breath.
Soul kitchen, by Alan Catlin
Greasy fat fried foods, hot yellow was bubble, long handled porpous pins, black edged flat skinned potatoes, how do you want them? cooked
The black matted floors, the melting rubber edges, the scum and the muck that sticks to the skimming feet as they walk behind the food lines listening for orders, timing the cooking meat, watching the convector ovens, the steaming racks of meat, the flat hot trays, the boiling soups, the radar rays
The waitress leaning over the line: why isn’t it ready why isn’t this right whose dinners are these
They’re yours they’re awful, they’re undercooked, look at all that blood
The broiler heat, the raising bubbled skin, the long red scars, printed t-shirts, tattoos: skin never grows here because I’m a cook I like dark meat best I like it Hot I want it Now! My name is Mad Dog, what’s yours? Never marry a waitress if you need it fast we’re always out of it I’m a backdoor man
Outside she says let it bleed, I like it raw Inside she says I guess she wanted it dead, she wont eat it this way so kill it next time ok ok?
Deveining shrimp, boning the broiled fish, boiling lobsters live, the hot pots and pans, the spattered grills, the steam thick stove, three dozen welded cherrystone clams, left over butter burn it again, the waitresses won’t care, what do they know?
Hey ass-hole, since when does medium rare sound like incinerate? This place isn’t a restaurant, it’s a crematorium
Slicing onion, garlic, ten tons of lettuce, chopping tomatoes, green peppers, cucumbers, radishes, anything that moves goes in the salad - if it’s dead it doesn’t belong here, we’re not in business to serve the dead
Pulling out oven trays, the black caked grills, the clinging flame, the filet flame, the juice that spatters and drips and falls inside the heat
Sweating, always sweating, beer pitchers turn warm at the mouth, th
e rims are always chipped, the food is always hot, cut lips turn red, black and blue, cooked on the outside, rare inside
She was going to throw up if she took another bite, what’s wrong with you guys, don’t you care?
And it wasn’t even my order
Skillet grease, saute chef, ok cut em up, don’t waste nothing maximum efficiency rats, I know there’s a recipe for dead rats
I think you killed her It might be hard to prove but it’s all your fault and I’ll swear to it in court I don’t know what could have made you do it
Percolating coffee, hot blue flames, tempered steel knives, the cross cutting scars on the cutting block top, the smell of the grease drain, the roar of the gas pilot jets
Man you’d better lay off that cooking sherry like I told you, you look just awful
Heat blistered skin, white headed open sores that never heal, deep purple fingernails, blood oozing from the seams, red shot eyes
What’s this?
It’s a knife and I know how to use it
I know it’s a knife, I mean what’s this on my plate?
I’m serious about the knife
Very funny
The swinging kitchen doors, high stacked oval trays, plastic covered plates, the tentative balanced load, food services with a smile by our highly trained staff of professionals direct from our spotlessly cleaned kitchen
The pale grey mop head, the grease thick floor, the after work mounds of blood covered white shirts and checkered pants
Hey Mad Dog do you know if the ovens are off?
Light a match See your face around town, you hear
It’s always a
pleasure to serve you
green bananas, by Alan Britt
You had the greenest bananas.
They were unborn parrots
or the skies
of adolescent passion.
the cult of heros, by Larry Blazek
In the long house by the river
out on the old highway
a strange cult of people live
the elder gods they pray
courageous men live there as kings
have every woman in the house
cowardly men die young
the river washes the bodies out
the impossible attempt, by John Binns
Jackasses stand juggling
With five-pound notes,
But the breeze billows
And balks the impossible attempt.
the bridge to new orleans, by Janet Kuypers
you have to pass the desolation
before you get there
long, long bridges
overlooking swamps, decaying trees
occasionally a home
foundation crumbling
wet wood peeling away
what do those people see
the people in those homes
crocodiles, snakes
bugs along the water
a ripple of the murky
water under the full moon
the vultures perched
along the treetops
they have the isolation
the beauty of the solitude
but it’s a different kind of
decay they see
a different kind of decay
a different kind
Jackson Square/Bourbon Street, by Janet Kuypers
we’ll read your palm
we’ll sketch your face
we’ll take you for a carriage ride
we’ll pipe you full of liquor
we’ll give you naked women
we’ll make you happy
aren’t you happy, friend
french quarter, by Janet Kuypers
blue dog
red cat
painted faces
shaping balloons
red dead crawfish
staring from the plate
stumbling men
streets filled with drink
painted women
on display
there is no sleep
but there are the streets
wear the mask
at night
there are two choices
for pleasure
go out or
go to bed
rendering me, by Janet Kuypers
the heat
the fire
burning my skin
red
hot
stripping me
rendering me
defenseless
my ejaculation, by Paul Weinman
the heat
the fire
swelling my flesh
red
hot
my exclamation
my ejaculation
conquest
Norfolk rhapsody, by Mike Lazarchuk
Resigned they seal their fate
With a pledge of love &
Eddie begins loading the gun
1 for Vonnie 1 for him
Holding hands in the dark
Like ghosts in transition
Eddie tenderly kisses Vonnie goodbye
Lifts the gun nuzzling the barrel into
Vonnie’s thich black wavy hair
Feels the warmth coming off her soon cold body
Holds her close and squeezes...
After the police & coroner leave
After the next of kin are notified
After the reporters get their story
Around 4 in the morning
Mrs. Cantrelli Eddie’s landlady
Wrings bits of skull teeth hair brain all in a bucket
Of disinfectant turns red with blood & likes
What she sees
Such a color she muses staring into the bucket
Just like Papa’s burgundy wine
10:07 p.m. 11/9/92, by Cheryl Townsend
He told her
standing behind his cock
He told her
this is what it is
this is all
nothing more baby
but maybe something less
He stood there
behind his cock
and he told her
She just cried
because she believed him
Ice Age, by Mary Winters
Shaman lies clenched in a cave
body paint starting to crack
earth in her nostrils and itching of lice
bone-weary frozen alone
herbs too potent again
blue spirals whirl in her head
springtime will never return
a glacier is on the way.
Later much later a city
a woman high up in her flat
braced in her bed with the flu
petitions delirium
she’s praying hard to forestall
like so very long ago
more shortage more loss more privation.
They’ve both known terrible cold
when all the seedlings turned black
when young creatures died in the night
when famine was in the air
their plea is to stem the waning
- weave the glad green again.
Ice Cubes, by Janet Kuypers
I wondered if you’d have the patience
to wait for the ice cubes to melt
in time they will
as you sat next to me
head hanging down
you swirled your cocktail glass
the ice cubes crashed with one another
and beads of sweat dripped from the rim
all I could do was sit there
shoulders back
eyes fixed in the wall
I’m sorry
Did I give you too many ice cubes
you asked for them
toasted marshmallows, by Paul Weinman
I’m hoping you have the patience
to wait for the marshmallows to cool
it won’t take long
as you sit next to me
pulling back your arm
buttoning those top two
shifting in your seat to ease
away from the heat
of my words
that blaze
in my eyes
can’t help it
Let them cool just a bit
you fire’s got them too hot.
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One piece in this issue is “Crazy,” an interview Kuypers conducted with “Madeline,” a murderess who was found insane, and is confined to West Virginia’s Arronsville Correctional Center. Madeline, whose elevator definitely doesn’t go to the top, killed her boyfriend during sex with an ice pick and a chef’s knife, far surpassing the butchery of Elena Bobbitt. Madeline, herself covered with blood, sat beside her lover’s remains for three days, talking to herself, and that is how the police found her. For effect, Kuypers publishes Madeline’s monologue in different-sized type, and the result is something between a sense of Dali’s surrealism and Kafka-like craziness.
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Debra Purdy Kong, writer, British Columbia, Canada
I like the magazine a lot. I like the spacious lay-out and the different coloured pages and the variety of writer’s styles. Too many literary magazines read as if everyone graduated from the same course. We need to collect more voices like these and send them everywhere.
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As for the fiction, the piece by Anderson is quite perceptive: I liked the way the self-deluding situation of the character is gradually, subtly revealed. (Kuypers’) story is good too: the way it switches narrative perspective via the letter device is a nice touch.
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I really like (“Writing Your Name”). It’s one of those kind of things where your eye isn’t exactly pulled along, but falls effortlessly down the poem. I liked “knowledge” for its mix of disgust and acceptance. Janet Kuypers does good little movies, by which I mean her stuff provokes moving imagery for me. Color, no dialogue; the voice of the poem is the narrator over the film.
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MIT Vegetarian Support Group (VSG)
functions:
* To show the MIT Food Service that there is a large community of vegetarians at MIT (and other health-conscious people) whom they are alienating with current menus, and to give positive suggestions for change.
* To exchange recipes and names of Boston area veg restaurants
* To provide a resource to people seeking communal vegetarian cooking
* To provide an option for vegetarian freshmen
We also have a discussion group for all issues related to vegetarianism, which currently has about 150 members, many of whom are outside the Boston area. The group is focusing more toward outreach and evolving from what it has been in years past. We welcome new members, as well as the opportunity to inform people about the benefits of vegetarianism, to our health, the environment, animal welfare, and a variety of other issues.
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Dusty Dog Reviews: These poems document a very complicated internal response to the feminine side of social existence. And as the book proceeds the poems become increasingly psychologically complex and, ultimately, fascinating and genuinely rewarding.
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Some excellent writing in “Hope Chest in the Attic.” I thought “Children, Churches and Daddies” and “The Room of the Rape” were particularly powerful pieces.
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C Ra McGuirt, Editor, The Penny Dreadful Review: CC&D is obviously a labor of love ... I just have to smile when I go through it. (Janet Kuypers) uses her space and her poets to best effect, and the illos attest to her skill as a graphic artist.
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Dusty Dog Reviews: She opens with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago. The atmosphere of wintry white and cold, gloriously murderous cold, stark raging cold, numbing and brutalizing cold, appears almost as a character who announces to his audience, “Wisdom occurs only after a laboriously magnificent disappointment.” Alas, that our Dusty Dog for mat cannot do justice to Ms. Kuypers’ very personal layering of her poem across the page.
Fithian Press, Santa Barbara, CA
Indeed, there’s a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as there’s a good balance between words and graphics. The work shows brave self-exploration, and serves as a reminder of mortality and the fragile beauty of friendship.
Mark Blickley, writer
The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. “Scars” is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing her book.
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The Solar Energy Research & Education Foundation (SEREF), a non-profit organization based in Washington, D.C., established on Earth Day 1993 the Center for Renewable Energy and Sustainable Technology (CREST) as its central project. CREST’s three principal projects are to provide:
* on-site training and education workshops on the sustainable development interconnections of energy, economics and environment;
* on-line distance learning/training resources on CREST’s SOLSTICE computer, available from 144 countries through email and the Internet;
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The CREST staff also does “on the road” presentations, demonstrations, and workshops showcasing its activities and available resources.
For More Information Please Contact: Deborah Anderson
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Dorrance Publishing Co., Pittsburgh, PA
“Hope Chest in the Attic” captures the complexity of human nature and reveals startling yet profound discernments about the travesties that surge through the course of life. This collection of poetry, prose and artwork reflects sensitivity toward feminist issues concerning abuse, sexism and equality. It also probes the emotional torrent that people may experience as a reaction to the delicate topics of death, love and family.
“Chain Smoking” depicts the emotional distress that afflicted a friend while he struggled to clarify his sexual ambiguity. Not only does this thought-provoking profile address the plight that homosexuals face in a homophobic society, it also characterizes the essence of friendship. “The room of the rape” is a passionate representation of the suffering rape victims experience. Vivid descriptions, rich symbolism, and candid expressions paint a shocking portrait of victory over the gripping fear that consumes the soul after a painful exploitation.
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Carlton Press, New York, NY: HOPE CHEST IN THE ATTIC is a collection of well-fashioned, often elegant poems and short prose that deals in many instances, with the most mysterious and awesome of human experiences: love... Janet Kuypers draws from a vast range of experiences and transforms thoughts into lyrical and succinct verse... Recommended as poetic fare that will titillate the palate in its imagery and imaginative creations.
You Have to be Published to be Appreciated.
Dorrance Publishing Co., Pittsburgh, PA: “Hope Chest in the Attic” captures the complexity of human nature and reveals startling yet profound discernments about the travesties that surge through the course of life. This collection of poetry, prose and artwork reflects sensitivity toward feminist issues concerning abuse, sexism and equality. It also probes the emotional torrent that people may experience as a reaction to the delicate topics of death, love and family. “Chain Smoking” depicts the emotional distress that afflicted a friend while he struggled to clarify his sexual ambiguity. Not only does this thought-provoking profile address the plight that homosexuals face in a homophobic society, it also characterizes the essence of friendship. “The room of the rape” is a passionate representation of the suffering rape victims experience. Vivid descriptions, rich symbolism, and candid expressions paint a shocking portrait of victory over the gripping fear that consumes the soul after a painful exploitation.
Debra Purdy Kong, writer, British Columbia, Canada (on Children, Churches and Daddies): I like the magazine a lot. I like the spacious lay-out and the different coloured pages and the variety of writer’s styles. Too many literary magazines read as if everyone graduated from the same course. We need to collect more voices like these and send them everywhere.
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Mark Blickley, writer: The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. “Scars” is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing the book.
Do you want to be heard? Contact Children, Churches and Daddies about book and chapbook publishing. These reviews can be yours. Scars Publications, attention J. Kuypers - you can write for yourself or you can write for an audience. It’s your call...
Dusty Dog Reviews, CA (on knife): These poems document a very complicated internal response to the feminine side of social existence. And as the book proceeds the poems become increasingly psychologically complex and, ultimately, fascinating and genuinely rewarding.
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself.
Dusty Dog Reviews (on Without You): She open with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago. The atmosphere of wintry white and cold, gloriously murderous cold, stark raging cold, numbing and brutalizing cold, appears almost as a character who announces to his audience, “Wisdom occurs only after a laboriously magnificent disappointment.” Alas, that our Dusty Dog for mat cannot do justice to Ms. Kuypers’ very personal layering of her poem across the page.
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself.
Fithian Press, Santa Barbara, CA: Indeed, there’s a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as there’s a good balance between words and graphics. The work shows brave self-exploration, and serves as a reminder of mortality and the fragile beauty of friendship.
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