Sunday, October 31, 2010

You don't have to believe in the end to sense its approach beyond the rise....

Monday, October 11, 2010

Call for Submissions

Throw away the lights, the definitions,
And say of what you see in the dark
That it is this or that it is that…

-Wallace Stevens, from The Man with the Blue Guitar

All felled, felled, are all felled;
   Of a fresh and following folded rank
                  Not spared, not one
                  That dandled a sandalled
         Shadow that swam or sank
On meadow and river and wind-wandering
   weed-winding bank.

-G. M. Hopkins, from Binsey Poplars

We seek poems and artwork and very, very short fictions that deal with the human range of thoughts and emotions in contemplation of the apocalypse.  This journal will end 12/21/2012.  Submissions are currently open.  Send 1-5 poems/pieces (no .docx, please) or 1-5 images of artwork (not originals, but JPEG copies)--either published or unpublished, to:

Guidelines for the apocalypse:

Extinction, regret, speculation;

hope, straitening, waste;

phases; calculations;

elegy, redemption, fear;

resolve, history, love;

panic, pity, protest;

duty, ritual, escape.

Our relationship to the animals, the planet, space;

want, empathy, despair.

The inadequacy of words and art.

The necessary adequacy of our souls.

As of this posting, OCTOBER 11, 2010, there were 801 days and some hours left.