Issue 139
Winter & Spring 2011
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Welcome to the second issue of TriQuarterly Online. In the months since we launched, we've attracted an enthusiastic audience from around the world, and can boast visitors from over a hundred countries on six continents. In this and every issue you'll find outstanding new fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry, plus book reviews, interviews, commentary, and a lively blog. The electronic format also allows us to present work from TriQuarterly's extensive print archives. We look forward to receiving your comments and responses at triquarterlyonline@northwestern.edu.
Managing Editor: Dana Norris
Faculty Advisor: Susan Harris
Technical Advisor: Matt Wood
Copy Editor: Ruth Goring
Graduate Fellow: Ari Bookman
Book Review Editor: Charles Berret
Fiction Editors:Danielle Burhop, Tien (Mimi) Nguyen, Ankur Thakkar, Stephanie Tran
Nonfiction Editors:Charles Berret, Sarah Hollenbeck, Dana Norris
Poetry Editors: Aaron DeLee, Lana Rakhman
Staff: Emily Ayshford, Alex Bergstrom, Allison Bletnitsky, Alana Buckbee, Jen Companik, Katherine Defliese, Schuyler Dickson, Ann Gadzikowski, Cathy Gao, Barbara Ghoshal, Dane Hamann, Noelle Havens, Tedd Hawks, Beth Herbert, Sarah Jenkins, Sarah Kalsbeek, Jen Lawrence, Kevin McFarland, Erin McNulty, Sambath Meas, Ashley Mohney, Hana Park, C. Russell Price, Vanessa Bates Ramirez, Paula Root, Misty Shelley, Virginia Smith, Leah Struass, Megan Sullivan, Matt Tzuker, Elizabeth Winkowski, Karen Zemanick
My Dimension
Beautiful weather here now,
if you’re blind. Summer
with that fall bite in the night air,
and through my window,
Incident [Suceso]
Translated from Spanish by Reginald Gibbons
We weren’t there when it happened.
We were on our way to another city,
another life,
under an ever-changing sky that moved as we moved.
Epilogue [Epílogo]
Translated from Spanish by Reginald Gibbons
They’re on the bedsheets,
uncertain,
undone,
flung like ragdolls. Just once
The Los Monegros Desert [Desierto de los Monegros]
Translated from Spanish by Reginald Gibbons
The car in the shade of a shed,
and fringes of brown weeds at the wheels.
The midday sun beats down on asphalt
and desert sand, liquifies the glittering.
What Care the Dead for Day
who linger, who watch as I once did from the high corner of a dream, floating above your
hospital bed. I attended night for you. I guard[ed] my Master’s Head. In dreams I gave you eyes.
How Soft This Prison Is
Body, bundle, country of twigs. Your nine gates opening, closing, spittle wet. A miracle you
existed at all. Fontanel, fallible. Your soul shaking inside. When you died, Leaves unhooked
A Brittle Heaven
ices over. Leafless. Listless. Heaven only an idea scraping out its breath. Such cloudy
disappearances. Pentimento, palimpsest. The fade of you still lingers. Blue air splinters white.
Chasing the Moon (with Anne Waldman)
Just a glimpse
just past midnight
Half looming
hugely
about to sink
into black trees
Anne Sexton Visits Court Green
(July 1967)
After reading more than her allotted time
(infuriating W. H. Auden, on stage behind her)
then blowing kisses to the audience
at the Poetry International Festival,
Anne accepts Ted’s invitation
to visit him in Devon.
Jacqueline Susann and her husband Irving Mansfield, Los Angeles, Cal., 1969
“It was seen all over the world,” Mansfield claimed. “We thought it was
undignified.”
Diane Arbus had been commissioned by Harper’s to photograph the author.
Susann was promoting her novel The Love Machine, which was high on the
best-seller list.