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The Cenacle | 96 | April 2016 *Just Released*

Post by Cenacle » June 13th, 2016, 8:05 am

The Cenacle | 96 | April 2016 | 21st Anniversary Issue

Reading link: http://www.scriptorpress.com/cenacle/96.html
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Hi everyone,
Here comes the just-released Cenacle | 96 | April 2016. It's the 21st anniversary issue, in color as they are, & contains much terrific work. The new issue's contents include:

From Soulard’s Notebooks:
[Sample]
still grateful
still grateful
Hummingbird, still,
Cenacle 96, 21 years, still, thank you—

Feedback on Cenacle 95
[Sample]
What I like about this text is that it puts me in Hawaii, land of contrasts of natural beauty and unnatural scuzziness of what passes for civilization. In the present day, when millionaires and hotels own the beaches, and we’re all compromised by capitalism, is it possible to experience nature directly? [Nathan D. Horowitz on Charlie Beyer]

Notes from New England by Raymond Soulard, Jr.:
[Sample] I return home to the hospital, arrive OK this time, & there are all my roommates in our shared room, & they’re having a hard discussion about how there’s too many of us, & too little room, & the acid is beginning to come on, the acid is beginning to come on, the acid . . .

Poetry by Judih Haggai:
[Sample]
orange grove
the birds and I
share the glory

Travel Journal by Charlie Beyer:
[Sample] But with it all went my dream. Ѐe ex-pat dream has been purged. How can I live in an alien land about to be murdered on every street corner? How can I learn Spanish with no one to talk to? What of my love for the jungle, without a love to share it with? Beautiful and deadly, like her. All purged.

Poetry by Raymond Soulard, Jr.:
[Sample]
I wake that next morning, more up
than I’ve been. More present, eyes hungry,
stomach a smiling maw. Share our
breakfast on the windy deck as
not in awhile. Each of their faces
beautiful, open to me, as open as
my secret night friend’s was. Alike.
Skimming waters. Skirting stars.

Classic Essay by Howard Zinn:
[Sample] I have never been persuaded that such violence, whether of an angry black man or a hate-filled trooper or of a dutiful Air Force officer, was the result of some natural instinct. All of those incidents, as I thought about them later, were explainable by social circumstances. I am in total agreement with the statement of the nineteenth-century English philosopher John Stuart Mill: “Of all the vulgar modes of escaping from the consideration of the effect of social and moral influences upon the human mind, the most vulgar is that of attributing the diversities of conduct and character to inherent natural differences.”

Poetry by Tom Sheehan:
[Sample]
All of us you’d fool,
you said, slipping out of bounds
before we’d even know, leaving camp
when we would least notice the huge emptiness
you somehow carried for years in your back pocket
like an unexpended plug of brash tobacco.
You knew something we didn’t.

Bags End Book #5: The Great Bunny Pillow Referedum! [fiction] by Algernon Beagle:
[Sample] Trials & Tribulations. Tribulations & Trials. If it wasn’t for bad luck, dear Readers, I’d have some weirder kind, that’s all. Election Day was coming closer, & the whole place was spooked full of strangeness. I figured I had better find out who else was running for Mayor, & what their nutty ideas were & crazy signs read.

Poetry by Martina Newberry:
[Sample]
I do all the things the other Existentialists do:
I write, slip on icy sidewalks,
get lost on the freeway, watch porno movies, spill mustard on my blouses,
sit in bird shit on park benches,
bang my head on cupboard doors,
burn my tongue on hot soup,
weep into the space where wind blows through.

Travel Journal by Nathan D. Horowitz:
[Sample] As I chop trees to clear land for a new garden, my hands blister. Rùno’s 18-year-old son Fermín says, “Es que Usted coge muy duro.” It’s that you hold on very tightly. “Coje suave,” he advises, hold on loosely. I nod. I have the same problem with women. I spit on my palms, hoist the axe, aim at the tree, hold on loosely, swing. The blade misses the spot I was aiming at by four inches.

Poetry by Colin James:
[Sample]
At least there was hope before,
now there is only sadness.

LSD’s Impact on the Brain:
[Sample] Under the influence, brain networks that deal with vision, attention, movement, and hearing became far more connected, leading to what looked like a “more unified brain,” he said. But at the same time, other networks broke down. Scans revealed a loss of connections between part of the brain called the parahippocampus and another region known as the retrosplenial cortex.

Poetry by Jimmy Heffernan:
[Sample]
These precious pearls of being, left alone
Are what make living possible.

Labyrinthine [a new fixtion] by Raymond Soulard, Jr.:
[Sample] I stand up, displacing some dozing Creatures from my lap, but gently. I nod to the White Bunny in particular & she hops ahead of us toward some unseen part of the Great Cavern. She knows my intent, being my Tender, & so I speak & follow trustingly.

Email comments to this thread—or reply to me directly at editor@scriptorpress.com.

Peace,
Raymond

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