Issue 156
Summer & Fall 2019
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Welcome to issue 156!
I launched my first issue of TriQuarterly as managing editor in winter 2018, about a year after Donald Trump won the US presidential election. As we all know, it was a time of great upheaval, the country struggling to settle itself into a state of severe political and cultural divide. No surprise, the pieces featured in that issue (153) and the two that followed (154 and 155) commented on the many fears and frustrations that made up the public conversation. We published pieces on racism, women’s issues, climate change, immigration . . . For a time, it felt as if border wall fiction had become a genre all its own. Now, two and a half years into the Trump administration, the divide still remains, and at times, it feels sharper than ever. Borders, both physical and figurative, continue to go up, and labels—Democrat, Republican, immigrant, citizen, prolife, prochoice—continue to designate “sides.” But if artistic expression provides any indication of the public consciousness (and, of course, it does), then it seems we’re at least preparing for the divide to close.
Each in their own way, the stories, poems, essays, and videos in this new issue share a theme: the desire for human connection. In “Deletism and the Imagination of Grief,” Patrick Nathan comments on the depersonalization of social media platforms, saying that “these platforms—tailored toward distilling an ideal, fictional self from the messiness of the ‘real’ self—make it easy to delete images, ideas, opinions, and desires.” He explores the act of deletion within one’s own social media posts, arguing that the aim of this online erasure is to evoke a deeper, more meaningful reaction in the offline world. “The goal is simple,” he says. “I want someone to notice . . . it’s your sorrow I’m after. It’s your grief I’m trying to create.”
Megan Walsh views connections through a lens of time in “Code Duello,” reaching back across centuries to connect a modern-day New Yorker to the history that inhabits the very streets he walks. Passing Alexander Hamilton’s grave, the narrator “tr[ies] to feel, down in [his] feet, Alexander Hamilton’s old bones releasing some whale sonar of history.” And later, while inside the abandoned apartment of a building’s deceased superintendent, he experiences a “peaceful holiness” that, for reasons he cannot explain, moves him to lie down in the dead man’s ancient bathtub. As readers, we feel the stillness of the moment, understanding that somewhere in the quiet, a shift has occurred. It’s as if the ghost of old Silvio-the-super has entered the room, his presence meant to guide the young narrator’s every action until the story’s end.
In his poems from Homosexual Panic, Peter LaBerge adds dimension to the lives and deaths of two gay men. Unwilling to let the story of William Simpson’s murder stand as documented in a 1954 Miami Daily News article—an article that branded Simpson a “pervert” and prioritized the scandal of his sexuality over the injustice of his murder—LaBerge corrects the record: “No pervert: a flight attendant, 27 and queer, modest as cream.” In this poem, as in his poem on the 1985 murder of David’s Self, LaBerge challenges us to stare directly into scenes of human brutality. He demands that we pay close witness to the atrocities—“Fingers, a necklace of bruising,” he says, “Larynx a squeezed peach”—and in so doing, issues an all too vivid reminder of what can happen when humans fail to see one another as human. Enough of the division, it’s high time we connect.
Issue 156 goes down in TriQuarterly history as my final issue as managing editor, and I’m proud to end my tenure on an issue that carries such an important message. I’m so grateful to the contributors who share their work here, and to the talented staff that helps us put it out into the world.
With gratitude,
Carrie Muehle
Manging Editor
Managing Editor: Carrie Muehle
Assistant Managing Editor: Aram Mrjoian
Faculty Advisor: Susan Harris
Director of Planning: Reginald Gibbons
Film Editor: Sarah Minor
Fiction Editors: Joshua Bohnsack, Jennifer Companek, Marina Mularz, Nate Renie
Nonfiction Editor: Molly Sprayregen
Poetry Editor: Dane Hamann
Social Media Editor: Aram Mrjoian
Copy Editor: Lys Ann Weiss
Technical Advisors: Rodolfo Vieira, Gerard Panganiban
Staff:
Jeremiah Barker, Harish Batra, Patrick Bernhard, Pascale Bishop, Min Li Chan, Bonnie Etherington, Audrey Fierberg, Dan Fliegel, Miranda Garbaciak, Andrea Garcia, Caitlin Garvey, Ellen Hainen, Salwa Halloway, Jenn Hipps, Erica Hughes, Madina Jenks, Jonathan Jones, Erin Keogh, Marssie Mencotti, Natalia Nebel, Devin O’Shea, Elijah Patten, Hillary Pelan, Natalie Richardson, Serena Simpson, Megan Sullivan, Myra Thompson, Katherine Williams
Image from I have a Secret Crush on Everyone in the World
Marcescence
What if death wasn’t easy. The bathtub, full of liquor.
At some point, the arrows on the weathervanes
all point to another world. We should want to break,
from HOMOSEXUAL PANIC: William Simpson, 1954
W—
It wasn’t as the men said. The moon from its broken phonograph, testifying over and over. Spinning on its plinth of sky, its tonearm hovering like a black tongue: an endless rehearsal of all it must remember, of all it must say.