PhotobyUrsulaReahoft .iir■■A-,mu*.Is if, -SGEOMETRYMy worship of bodiesbegan in thegeometry of faces,plane of cheekangle of nose,orbit of eye—I found a languagein theselines and spacesmore subtle, morecompelling thanwords and sighs.At the stationsbodies blurredthrough clothesAt the stationsbodies blurredthrough clothesWhen I listen tothe angular musicof bodies in motion,arms rolling onshoulders, wriststurning handsI know, likeMichelangelo,that marbleif it couldwould movelike a man.IllA child pretendingit isn’t impoliteto stare on trains,I studied faceswhile those facesstudied papers. His name was posted on the gate, but weNever affected the formalityTo use it “The McCarthys’’ — did that meanA wife, and children? — none that we had seen;No mistress tended to the house, kept cleanThe boots he dirtied tramping through the yard,Hauled sacks of feed, or comforted the hardDiscolored hand some bird pecked raw. 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Jon Roberts: 11“God took and piled a bunchot elephant skins" Cosmo Campoli: 13“My rpouth may bein space..." Cosmo Campoli: 13“The skypushes down" Paul O'Donnell: 13"Along with its customarysemi-weekly quotaot blather..." 14"1 got in late" John Schulman: 16"Like Fireflies" David Nolta: 17“We saw them downby the river" Campbell McGrath: 18“Damn it! We've got to publishthat book!" Campbell McGrath: 18“You're just mad because your mothernamed you. aftera tree" Campbell McGrath: 18"I’m nervous" Sarah Herndon: 21“I’ll jump on your back and ride youto the lake!" Sarah Herndon: 21"A big red girl holds ahamster" Sarah Herndon: 21"It all started with theplant light" ....Maddy Paxman: 22"Around midnight, when shelies awake" Nancy Butcher: 24"You visited the samepainting" Ann Keniston: 24"1 felt that i must bringsomething" ... Constance Kwain: 24“Yes?""Uh yeah. Rhondabe dare?" Keith Fleming: 27Photos David Miller: 28“Now 1 know howVan Gogh" John Schulman: 31“The Russian tailor talks-of his daughter" John Schulman: 31“When his father took him to the ConeyIsland bath house"'. John Schulman: 31“Wife. 1 love you with bothmy hearts" ....Vi......... John Schulman: 31"We townspeople hear thewolf at night" John Schulman: 31LAST LINE. LAST POEM“Waited for thebullet" Jeremy Downes: 33Editors Keith Fleming. Paul Q Donnell <• •Editorial Staff: Nancy Butcher. Sarah Herndon. Ann Kemston. VictorKing, John SchulmanProduction: Nadine McGartn. Beth Miller. David MillerThe Chicago Literary Review >s published quarterly by The ChicagoMaroon, the OFFICIAL student newspaper of the University of ChicagoEditorial and business offices-are located on the third floor of IdaNoyes HaH, 1212 East 59th Street. Chicago 60637 Phone. 753-3265This issue is Vol. 92 No. 24 Copyright 1982 Chicago Maroon,The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—3;:• • :• v. ..'Mvk-4Make this holiday your most leisurelyand enjoyable ever. Avoid thedowntown hassle of over-crowded storesand parking lots. Discover the Hyde ParkShopping Center... you'll find all yourholiday gifts from traditional favorites tospecial surprises. And all at competitiveprices that will put a smile on your face.• City Girl • Woolworths• Cohn and Stem At v°ur servlce:• Dor alee, Ltd. * ^air Cleaning• Fanny May * Hyde Park Associates• Fritz on 55th in Medlcine• Hyde Fa* Coop * Hyde Park Bank• Park Lane Hosiery * J?yde Parif_ J Currency Exchange• Shoe Corral n .. n .. ,• Dr. M. R. Maslov,• Susan Gale OptometryIII1MWmWmMmk4—The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982I \jDAY TWENTY-FIVE SURPASSINGI feed the fish. I do not feed myself.Ever since my body wanted to be a mother lastsummer, I stare at every line and bump on my body asa marker of passion. Not potential passion, bui passionspent. Wasted in one of those boringly physicaltete-a-tetes called “a relationship” to the inititates.Yes, everywhere I go, I hear about bad relationships.Are they ever good?And whatever happened to affairs? Do people havethem anymore? I tried to start one this summer, but allI got was a one night stand. I keep expecting flowersany day now. Not a phone call or a letter, just a dozenAmerican Beauties, presented by some sweaty teenageboy. Don’t tell me it won’t happen.Does anybody have the class or the cash? This is not aCarte Blanche gesture, but a sincere effort tocommunicate. I received roses in high school, along withdaisies, zinnias, violets, bittersweet berries, anddandelions. Even if I had to ask for some, it was wellestablished that men were eager to present me withbudding things.It was thought only slightly unusual that I stapledevery rose to my door, until the blackened petals felloff from the constant slamming.The prairie is a vast space under Heaven.DAY THIRTY-FOUR VASEI just got in. I decided to spare the fish. There’s beena rapid accumulation of green algae in their tank forseveral weeks now. It’s hit the point where they haveas much privacy as any of us. So I picked up the plantthat had carried the algae and, making sure that therewere no fish involved, threw it and the mass of greenhair algae in the trash. This is how to keep house.The real issue, of course, is sex. How do you passthose long incontinent winter nights, Wilkins? I knit. Iget drunk. I learn Chinese. I am training my roaches fora road tour. I write cover stories for True Confessions. Idye my hair back to its original blonde. I am writing ascreenplay. Having rejected three men last week did nothing formy ego. I do not play hard to get. I am hard to get. Iam getting harder every year. It’s the problem withhaving standards. Especially double ones. It is not that Iprefer fruit, or fingers, or that I have some fantasticgismo with a guarantee in the closet, or that I desirewomen. I desire men, and I can honestly say that thereare days when it must be only dried sweat holding meup at the end. If they only knew, i can blush, too.Hardly with modesty because I know what I think istrue, and I think I’m pretty. At least that’s what theysay. Before they say I’m good in bed. Which I presumeis at least sincere.DAY FORTY-TWO EMPHASISSomeday I will need a resume. Someday I willgraduate and have to sell myself. All the things I havedone must count for something. I know how to do somuch. I know how to make gin and tonics, roll joints,clean pipes, write bad checks, swear in two languages,burn steaks, and scream in bed. I also know how toread and write and balance a checkbook, in theory. Iknow how to dial information in any city, reversecharges and unplug the phone. I know how to pick locksand cure tropical fish diseases. I know how to file thingsand lose them in alphabetical and numerical order. Iknow five ways to get money in a strange town. I canput anybody on hold and forget them. I can makespeeches and write agendas. I can run xerox machines,but so can anybody. There are differing theories aboutwhether I can type and how fast. I know where JesseJames died and whose dung the dung beetle pushes. Iknow who’s likely to win the Nobel prize in a few years.Hepzibah Menhuin said I was sweet. I was brought upon the Algonquin table and I know how to ride horses.They named a corn blight after my great uncle. I killedthe most beautiful Siamese fighting fish in the world.But why go into all this? I’ve known a lot of people andseen a lot of people on TV. Like anybody. I can foldnapkins and read Latin inscriptions. Ergo sum.I can always write home for money.—K.G. WilkinsPITTSBURGHSchulman must walk the streets pen in hand, notebook ready, on the lookout for poems.How else does he write them all? In his hom#*^M|town kids fish Monongahela browniesfrom the polluted rivers. You see themby the Ek-Co Flag Company, tossingan old football beneath the stars and stripes.Each year as I drive through his old cityon the way home for Christmas I pictureJohn walking the dim streets down by the un¬lit mills. The iron bridges are streaked withrust. Night falls. Thin snow covers the sidewalk.An old woman cries to her shopping bags.Somebody forgot to take down the flag.—Campbell McGrathThe Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—5GROSS OUT AT THE Yby Martha KinneySome people are just unbearably pathetic. Wemeet them and they ignite a sadistic passion ineven the best of us. She was such a person andinspired such an emotion in me. I was gate-guard¬ing at the local Y; it was my summer job betweenmy junior and senior years in high school. Whenshe arrived I was working at the front desk, tak¬ing dollars and renting out fins, snorkels, tubesand masks.She had long pale legs — upside down trianglesthat came to a point down at her feet — those lit¬tle square packages wrapped in Woolworths'Two-ninety-nine Special Pink Vinyl Flats. Littlehairs prickled across her white-to-the-point-of-being-blue skin. Her calves were non-existant;they were the bones wrapped in the skin withoutthe flesh. But above her knees her thighs bulgedout into bolsters of white and kneady dough.Navy blue polyester circled her thighs andgrasped her buttocks so that they bulged and theseam of her nylon underwear could be spottedfrom a good twenty yards. The shorts that shewore were not at all flattering. They highlightedthe weighty rump and the ample waist. At thebelly button they clung like a fat blue rubberband and, there again, one could see the line justbelow the waist level where her undershirt andher blouse had been tucked in. The blouse waswhite and loose-sleeved with little traces of artifi¬cial lace tacked about the collar. It attempted thegypsy look but failed in its wrinkle-free sear-sucker style. At her neck two little rolls of whiteflesh hung like necklaces below a dimpled rosychin. The chin was rosy only because a little pimplewas pushing its way up to the surface of her face.The rest of her face was doughy. Her cheeks con¬sisted of two ample handfuls and her nose puck¬ered out like a popover muffin hot from the ovenand heavy with yeast. Her eyes rode behind twodark circles that highlighted her cheeks and herforehead read like a blackboard with a millionsquiggles on it.The hair was a sight. It seemed to have a bodyof its own. On one side it puffed up in frizzy grey-brown swirls; on the other it lay flat, as if it hadbeen pressed to her wide head. A wandering partcommenced somewhere in the hind regions andended over to the left of her right eyebrow. It wasnot quite in the middle, not quite on the side.I stepped back and examined the total phy¬sique. Her whole body seemed bizarrely distribut¬ed. She was standing evenly on both legs yet herbody was not centralized. She was lopsided, asfar as I could tell, and I noticed with considerableembarrassment that one breast was much largerthan the other. I imagined her gnawing on SlowPokes and slurping down Cokes all day in front ofthe TV.Everything about her was Woolworths andWhite Middle Class America. She carried a pea-colored plastic shoulder bag. It was partly un¬zipped and I noticed a tacky pink and orange suitinside. I wondered what a girl who appeared tobe about my age was doing wearing a heavily-paded bathing suit. Even my own mother hadgiven up the padding for the slimmer cut that waspresently in fashion.“Well,” she drawled in a Southern sag, “Howmuch do I owe?”I couldn’t answer. A sudden self-consciousnessovercame me; I had been blatantly staring, exa¬mining her from her frizz to her flats. My eyeslurched at the pink vinyl; “Such disgusting shoes,”I thought. I was a little dizzy. Rubbing my temp¬les, I began again; “Those shoes, those skinnyhairy calves, those knobbed knees, those cow¬sized thighs...” Drawing by Hope“Well” rung again like a distant bell interrupti¬ng my thoughts, “How MUCH do I owe?”I opened my mouth to answer. “You can’t swimhere,” I wanted to say, “Other people have toswim here too.”“Go home and take a shower, shave and losesome weight...have some self-respect...” I don’tknow exactly why she irritated me. I knew what Ihad to say to rid myself of her. “One dollar,Please.” — that’s all I had to say — no more, but Icouldn’t remember.Thirty long seconds passed and she startedsmacking her lips. I looked down at the tabletop.She pushed her pudgy fist into my line of vision.The fingers spread and four greasy quarters slidacross the palm. The hand flipped them onto thetable with a thud. I noticed the little veins bulgingon the back of the hand; they started at theknuckles and crawled up the wrist as she slid it offthe table and left the quarters spread in a line. Iwatched her bulgy buttocks jiggle across the halland down the stairs before they disappeared intothe locker room.An hour passed. A few people left the pool areaand nodded to me as they passed. Two partiescame and I charged them the usual fee. Not muchelse happened. I was getting bored. I drummedmy fingers lightly on the tabletop, placing eachhand strategically to the left and to the right ofthe quarters. I didn’t want to touch them, yetwhen people passed I felt the need to lock them inthe change box that was under the counter. Butlocking them up would mean touching them and Irefused to do that. I tapped my feet on the floor. Irubbed my smooth knees together.There was a glass window that overlooked thepool. Once in awhile when I would get bored Iwould wander over to it and peek at the swim¬mers. I enjoyed watching the children splash andwas amused when the old folks floundered. I prid¬ed myself on being the local stroke analyst anddidn’t hesitate to go down to the deck and offer afew points of advice. Most of the swimmers re¬sponded with gratitude. For an entire hour, how¬ever, I avoided going to the window because Iknew that she was down there. I didn’t want tosee her so I decided to stay seated at the desk.But after an hour I was restless, and I must admitthat it was a little bit of that sadistic urge thateventually motivated me to move to the win¬dow.She was down there. She was in the far lane inthe shallow end; I spotted her fluorescent bomb¬shell suit in an instant. Hers could not even be con¬sidered a stroke. She wasn’t bobbing, she wasn’ttucking, she wasn’t floating, she wasn’t even sink¬ing. It wasn’t the crawl, the dogpaddle, not eventhe elementary backstroke. It was a combinationof the side and the breast strokes — without anyarm or leg movement. She was writhing like aworm in the water! “Have some decency dearlady!” I examined her more carefully. Just as herhead would start to sink she would struggle to herfeet. I thought, “Bizzare, to be swimming withoutuse of arms or legs, how STUPID can one be?” Ibegan banging on the glass. There was no re¬ sponse from anyone in the water so I ran down thehall, bounded down the stairs and crossed thedeck. Only two other groups were in the pool.They took no notice of me, and I took no notice ofthem. I picked up the tube that was in my way andmarched to the pool side.“What are you doing?” I jeered at her.She faced the opposite end of the pool and shehad just stood up after her most recent squirm.She was about to commence another. She duckedher head; her arms and her legs she held com¬pletely rigid. She lunged forward chest first. Isaw her back arch and the bottom half of her bath¬ing suit puff up with air. For a split second herthighs lifted above the water; I could see largechunks of cellulose before they sank like triangu¬lar anchors. The body in the water was completelyspastic, and yet I did not feel one ounce of pity.The trunk rocked then both ends sank. Shebobbed, then struggled to her feet.“Excuse me miss, do you know how to swim?” Isneered.“Miss,” I repeated as she apparently did notnear me, “Miss’, I said a little louder, “MISS!” Ishouted.I then did the strangest thing. Without even con¬sidering why I would do it, without comparing thepros and cons, without even contemplating thepossible results, without all of these things I did it.I hurled the tube at her. It hit her shoulder hardand she fell into the water. I was glad to see hergo under. I did not worry that she might drown orchoke or go into a state of shock. I just stoodthere. I was lucky that she surfaced.She turned and looked at me. I saw that her capcut crookedly across her forehead and trippledthe number of fatty wrinkles by pushing down onthe flesh. There was a little bit of snot hangingfrom her nose. “What?” she asked in overpolitetone, “Do I owe you more?”What could I say to the woman? I was leaningover the water. She rubbed the bugar from hernose and pressed her left breast as if to push itback in place. Without moving my eyes, I stoodand calmly recrossed the deck. I went back to thedesk. “I swim in that water,’ I thought as I satdown again. “She's disgusting.”No one was around so I put my head on thetable. The four quarters were still there. I didn’twant to touch them so I slid them to one cornerwith the tip of my pencil and then I threw the pen¬cil out. I rubbed the table with a piece of toiletpaper and threw that out too. Then I moved thegarbage can to the far side of the desk. I remem¬bered my mother scolding me when I was youngand had put coins in my mouth; “That’s FILTHY,FILTHY Stuff!’.’ Disgusted and convinced, I wouldspit them from my mouth onto the carpet.Now, with the coins at a safe distance, I closedmy eyes. The table felt smooth, clean, cool...I awoke to a large slab of white and puffy flesh.It was her hand. The fingertips, not more thanfour inches from my nose, were pruney; I followedwith my eyes the little rivulets that the water hadcarved in her skin. The nails were obviouslychewed to various lengths. Under some there wasa brownish layer of grime. Under the chlorine, Icould smell a bitter juice, something resemblingstale urine. Her fingers were like fat weiners thin¬ning out to little points. Little brown hairs curledon the knuckles and a dimestore ring was stuffedonto the one index finger that deliberatelydrummed the tabletop. I faced the fingers anddidn’t bother to look up. My head remained on thetable and my stomach remained calm. A mushyvoice dressed in southern politeness came down tome.“Do I owe more?”“No, dammit, you don’t owe a cent,” I said quitecalmly. “Take your coins,” I sounded a little moreflustered. “GO!” I finally yelled.What happened next was completely unexpect¬ed. It happens to those that treat the pathetic andthe submissive with careless aggression. I did notsee much because my left ear was pressed to thetable. I only saw the hand withdrawn from thetable; it took the quarters with it. There was ashort silence; someone closed a door down thehall. I could feel that she was still standingthere.“What the hell is she doing?” I wondered.“Go away,” I said quietly, “Get out...” before Icould finish the sentence the hand came down likea sledge hammer grinding the four quarters intomy ear. I saw green. I heard a crunching sound. Ibreathed carefully but I did not move. Thequarters felt cold and slimy in my ear. 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If you want totake your MBA to Wall Street oHSome-where else, talk to us.Call us on our toll-free number to findout more about where you can go with anMBA. ,—(Continental U.S.) / \ (New York State!800/847-20827 ^2^ \ 8007252-6326CORNELL UNIVERSITYOF BUSINESS & PUBLIlis MALOTT HALL GRADUATE SCHOOLC ADMINISTRATIONITHACA, NY I 4 8 S )8—The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982L *■ usicmusicmusicIThe Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—9__ — ICHINAPICTURES—MADDY PAXMANTHEY SMELL THE FEAR ON ME NUDE AND CHAIRas it pours through (painting by Bonnard ofhis mistress, 1936-38)yellow and souryellowed by years of fear Marthe de Meligny knee on chairleaning forward wildnesssharp claws come to reset but crouched ready to springraking through rattail cornersviolent squeaks body statuesque bathed in heavy gold lightpaws tight against walls corner of the bathtub faint blue at the sidevast brood of liver-bloated cats Marthe de Meligny all tensions coming togethercats full of blood around a distant point she watcheswhen i venture out her left hand clenchedskin is delicate bluish-pinkfor companyall things smell the fear skin she washes over and overand lunge after me more absorbing to her than Bonnard’s paintings—Mardelle Fortier she prefers to watch light playnot on fields and trees as he does' but over her own handssun making priceless braceletshuge around her wrists—Mardelle FortierOicO, Bnp&syL?* simeaoZJAl, international houseDINING ROOMIHIH EAST 59* STCOC.KALEEKIE SOUPWELSH RAREBITROAST BEEF WITHYORKSHIRE PUDD/NGFINNAN HADDIE WITHMUSTARD SAUCEPOTTED PORKCORNI.SH HENSCOLCANNONTRIFLEjfrtieC CvitisLticzjsrt/fn&H.f'/rzsWEDNESDAY, DEC. fc, H 30-7-30 m RockefellerEcumenical Serviceof Holy Communion11 amUniversity Religious ServiceSydney EvansDean SalisburyCathedral, EnglandRobert GrantCarl Darling BuckProfessor of Humanitiesand Professor ofNew Testament and EarlyChristian Literature Dr. Kurt RosenbaumOptometrist(53 Kimbark Plaza)1200 E. 53rd St.493-8372Intelligent people know thedifference between advertisedcheap glasses or contact lensesand competent professionalservice with quality material.Beware of bait advertising.Eye ExaminationsFashion Eye WearContact Lenses5234 S. 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Cosmo Campon*Cosmo CampoHThe Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—13*by Kevin TuiteAlong with its customary semi¬weekly quota of blather, the Oc¬tober 29th Maroon contained aletter of rebuttal written byLarry Cohen, artiste. Mr. Cohen,as you may recall, is a vocalist inthe aptly-named DUMB RA; hecreated a stir of minor propor¬tions by singing about “richJews’’ at Homecoming. The bandDUMB RA arose from the influ¬ence of the punk/new-wavemovement which reached oureastern and western shores inthe late 70 's and began seepinginland. As far as I can tell, theoriginal punks were descendedfrom the Teddy boys of the in¬dustrial cities of England, char¬acterized by shaved heads andracist attacks upon Pakistani im¬migrants. This proved fertileground for an artistic move¬ment. The resulting punk bandsemphasized a vituperative nihil¬ism directed both against the Es¬tablishment and the Pepsi Gen¬eration in line to succeed it. Theywere unabashedly abusive,blasphemous, violent and veryrude. Called to task for his anti-Semitic rudeness in singingabout rich Jews, Maestro Cohenresponded as follows:“I am sorry we didn't cheerand entertain you, as thatis a goal of ours....I am amoral person, Mr. Dia¬mond, and I try to be agood person, and DUMB RAand myself are sorry thatwe have upset you....’’In its long travels from the Liver¬pool slums to Chicago’s SouthSide, Punk has been supplantedby ‘Excuse-me Wave.' The sha¬ven-headed Mr. Cohen is not theonly Excuse-me Wave adherentto be found on our squirrel-in¬fested campus. His colleaguescan be seen in sizeable numbersthese days, a striking sight intheir Naugahide pants, plasticjewelry and punk-style haircutsfrom salons that advertise in theReader. Their musical tastes runfrom the Dead Kennedys to Phi¬lip Glass. Some of them hope toget MBA’s. None of them arenotably impolite.There is always room for onemore at the feeding trough ofBarnyard America, and theformer Punks have found theirspace right next to the HareKrishnas, socialists and head-ZWBTE14—The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982 shop owners. Just don’t misbe¬have too outrageously, and letthe rest of us laugh at you —good-naturedly, of course —every now and then. White¬skinned nominal Christians pre¬ferred, but look at the Moonies— they love America! Well, Ex¬cuse-me Wave is no great loss.I’m a little more worried aboutour poets.Art Is Not a RoommateLured by prospects of tenure,tweed and Volvos, America’spoets have by and large casttheir lot with the academicworld. There are few poets ofnote in this country who are notalso English professors, most po¬etry readings are given on col¬lege campuses, and the measureof success for a poet is the quan¬tity he or she has published injournals of limited circulation.Our poets are safe, impotentand easily avoided. They blendin with their surroundings. Theyseldom bother anybody.In my Erste Mandelstam-tischrede (GCJ, 29 Oct.), I kickedup some fuss about the poetsthat publish in the Grey CityJournal and the Chicago LiteraryReview. The only printed reply Ireceived accused me of ‘elitism,’a stereotyped denunciation nowin vogue among the pseudo¬populists in our midst. Severalpeople privately congratulatedme for socking it to the poetrythey were fond of laughing at (ifthey read it at all) — however, Iam not sure what motivation un¬derlay their applause. Substan¬tive opposition is always to bepreferred to comfortable ap¬proval. So, with the dual intentof clarifying my view of art, andalienating my supporters, hereare the chief reasons behind myinvective.To begin, I do not object to artthat disturbs me, whereas I fearthat many of my admirersamong the Silent Majority do.Indeed, I maintain the opposite:The very point of art is to dis¬turb, with an important qualifi¬cation. I use ‘disturbance’ in itsmore scientific sense of a changeof state induced in a resting sys¬tem, devoid of the usual pejora¬tive connotations. At its best,the contemplation of a work ofart can lead to the sort of inter¬nal disturbance that reorganizesone's perception of environ¬ment, self or society. Infelicitous disturbance is mere irritation,without salutory effects — thefault may lie in the artwork it¬self, or in the beholder. Some artis not disturbing at all, neitherhot nor cold but lukewarm, de¬serving to be spit from God’smouth. There is a curious irony inthe Shapiro Collection’s sobri¬quet “Art to Live With.’’ Fine artwill not always make the mostamenable of roommates. An ar¬tist from Kentucky recently toldme of an acquaintance whobegged her to let him purchaseone of her best canvases. Sheconsented, he took the paintinghome, and returned it to her sev¬eral days later, finding it toodisturbing to share a room with.The work of art for which I havethe most profound respect —Bach’s St. Matthew Passion —has too powerful an effect forme to bear listening to it morethan twice in a year. My chiefcriticism of loose-sphincter poet¬ry, then, is that it fails to riseabove mere irritation or tepi¬dity. Some examples from re¬cent numbers of the GCJ:Who dares to attempt poet¬rywithout first learningverse?I do.With colored tubes marked‘words’I demarcate the absurdandinvent the boats in thebay....(GCJ, 1 Oct. 82)— the obvious told in an unin¬teresting way. Contrast thosesix lines with the following:I have stopped seeingmy love & started perceiv¬ing her:it is early autumn in theseasonsIn sleep lines came:A woman and meis a woman and me andme.(GCJ;, 29 Oct 82)Both of these are poems aboutpoetry, but I hope the differencebetween them is clear. The sec¬ond can ‘disturb’ the reader intoan examination of his or her re¬lation to the act of perception;the first has no noticeable im¬pact. A Modest ProposalIt is gratifying, to be sure, tofind occasional specimens ofthought-provoking poetry in ourcampus publications. (To beexact, I have found two thisyear — the above and “Conver¬sion — Thunder Bay,’’ GCJ, 15Oct 82.) Because I have some op¬timism for poetry at the Univer¬sity of Chicago, I would ask ourlocal writers to consider the fol¬lowing modest proposal:The parable on Excuse-meWave with which I began illus¬trates the fate of any movementthat has lost touch with the ear¬nestness of its forebears. Thinkof the convenient, contentedrapproachement that so manyprofessing Christians, profess¬ing leftists, professing radicalsof whatever sort have madewith their trough-mates in Barn¬yard America. Think now of thediscomfort you feel in the pre¬sence of a genuinely earnestradical or religionist, who re¬jects the protective shield of anagreed-upon protocol prohib¬iting raised tempers, hurt feel¬ings and challenges to personalbelief. If any nitwit who pro¬fesses Jesus Christ or Karl Marxas personal Lord and Saviourcan enjoy this freedom, whyshould our poets, of all people,so timidly balk at confrontation?You would do well to ask if theart you practice and the ideasyou convey are as significant toyou as the dogmas of St. Paulare to a street-corner evange¬list. Then reflect on the impo¬tence of poetry through accept¬ed channels. Why not break outof the sanitized world of the CLRand try some soap-box poetry?Make a nuisance of yourselves!Mimeograph some poems, andstick them into the hands of apasser-by while making eye con¬tact with him or her. Read poemsout loud without being invited todo so. With a little thought,other ways to repudiate thepublish-or-perish ethic of po-bizwill suggest themseives.There was a time we couldhave sincerely believed that thevoice of art might impede theslow slide of our world into en¬tropy — death. We are too cyni¬cal to believe that now. Yet ifart is worth practicing at all inthese latter days of the twen¬tieth century, then perhaps it isworth taking seriously?MANDELSTAMTISCHREDEf \ riisstmJjiff!!|!iiil®€:m GrandPreview of the1983 SUMMERQUARTERA Literary ExtravaganzaColossal Computer CoursesCornucopia of ElectivesMath*Science»Pre-medand MORE .. . Core Courses in EVERY DivisionLush Language ListingsFrenchArabicSpanishGermanItalianRussianGreek and Latin Institutem ' 1Don’t miss it! 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(South ol ChinatownThe Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—17ni*w±±Background:Awall*'Emer(puttingsomethingonsomethingelse):TodayisitlTodayis...stupid#Lem:It'sbeengoingonsincelastFeb¬ruary#Youlied#WnenyoukissmeyouthinkofMott#aner:Shutup#(Takesbreadfromoven.)Idon'tunderstandyou#Whatdoyouwant?Whatdoyouwant?(Slicesbread#Playswithsilverware.)Whatdoyouwant?Later#Mott:IdreamerImarriedmymother#IsweartIkeptsaying--'No,youcan'tmarryyourownmother#'(Throughwin¬dowgiantcrossisseen#)Whyisthatcrossthere?Nothingishappening#Whyisthatgiantneoncrossoutsidemywin¬dow?(Looksintobedroom#)Hey,Lem?Lem?Youcreep.Youbastard.Lem,I'mveryupset#Thisswanthing,tniscross#They'relikesymbols,symbolsfromheaven,orwhere-ever.Areyoulisten-1ing?Fuckyou,Lem.Buddy#TheThirdFloor#Thefloorisdustcovered,sodden,wintry,airy.Windowsletthedrapesflutter#Bigboxesinthecornerwithbrightcoloredcloth.Stageisdividedbywallseparatingbed-fromstorage-room#Wallsarepasty,wan-filmy,mot-Itiedandstreaked,greyinplaces,redalongacertainplane,holedandplas¬teredwitholdboards.Somesortofstackedrounds,Rainontheroofisabang-bang-bang•Casserole:RememberToop?Whatastrangeperson#ActIIIThebeach#Swans#Movement.Across#\1stMan:Idon'tunderstand.Whatsister#Whatdoyoumean?Toop:Whatareyoutalkingabout?LShutupL^gressmenwillgodownthedrain.Thatreportisnothingbutunsubstantiatedhunches,guess-work-pureyellowjournal¬ism!(Poundsfistinpalm#)Ifwepub¬lishthatreportSmithandQnersonwillbecometheover-nightsensationstheycravetobe.They'recheapsensational¬ists,andI'mnotgoingtoseesomeofourbestyoungpoliticiansruinedbecauseofthem#Simon:You'reright#Wewon'tpublishit.oralady#-lbelongtothecycleortheartist.James,Eliot,Pound—whoelse,everyone.WeareasonelMdm*L:Idon'tknowwhatyoy,mean.'Stayherewiththeanimals.'1sawthatonT.V.AttacheY:JacquesCousteau.Indianslivinginthedesert.Beautiful#IloveT.V#Mdm#L:Yes#Yes.Thedoorsopen,black-tiedandbejewelledmenauidwomenenter#Mdm.L:IloveT.V.AttacheY:IloveT.V#Crowd:WeloveT.V#WeloveT.V#V''vfv;^Alldance#All:WeloveT.V.WeloveT.V#Scene3Corridoroutsideoffice#Secretary:Oh,Mr.Simon#Yourwifecalled.Simon(incoatandhat):Yes?Secretary:Yourwifecalled.Shewantsyoutopickupsomethingsonthewayhome.Here'sthelist#Simon(takinglist):OK.Thankyou#ActIISmallItalianRestaurant.BeautifulWoman:Whatdoyousay?I'llneverbeabletorepayyouifyoudothis.Simon:Idon'tknow*B.Woman:Iknowit'sslightlyunethi-calTfshecaresseshishand.)Butwho'llknow?ftwillbeourlittlesecret.(Shepourswine.)Simon:It'shardtodecide.Thereareargumentsonbothsides.Idon'tknowwhattosay.B#Woman:I'lldoanything.Anythingatall.Simon:Ican'tdecide.Idon'tknowwhattodo.v-y\ys*«f*8ifeM: Scene2Adifferentoffice#Bill:Idon'tcareif■■1"mtWe'vegottopublishitlWe'v. 1knowhe'syoungbutit'sagreatbook,damnit!twenty-twopublishershaveturneddown#gottogivehimthebreakheneedsto\18—The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982IntheFlux:ABeachPlay.ActIThecharacterspresentthemselvesearly:LemfMott,Casserole,and&ner«Lem:Wesawthemdownbytheriver*Mott:No,no#Lem:Theyweretalkingaboutaswan#Later#Casserole(weeping):Whydoyouwantmetodothis?(Lemmovesaway,towardswindow#)Backatthehouseyousaid###Whatisit?Whatisthisswanbusiness?Lem?Whatdoesitmean?Attnebeach#Timehaspassed#1stMan:What'sthedifference?2ndMan:Whatdoyoumean?1stMan:Whatyousaid#What'sthedifference?2ndMan:Idon'tunderstand#ActIIBackground:Awall#Emer(r>uttinflrsomethine*onsomethimzSimonandSchuster:APlay.CastofCharacters:SimonSchuster—thesilentpartner#Bill—executiveonthego.SecretaryJim—anotheryoungexecutive#BeautifulWomanActIBill(smashingfistondesk-top):DamnitlWe'vegottopublishthatbook!WeoweSimpsonthisone#He'sbeatentneboozething#He'sfoughtthebottleandwon#VintageandDellturnedhimdownflat#Theyslammedthedoorinhisface#Damnit,we'vegottoprintthatbook.We'vegottelSimon:OK#We'llpublishit#Scene2Sameoffice#Later#Secretary:Mr#Simonit'sMr.Bradleyonthephone#It'sabouttheSmith-Qner-sonreport#Bill(poundingthedesk):Ifwepublishthatreportthecareersofsevencon-launchagreatcareer,dustonce,taxethechancelPublishthebookjJim:He'sright,we'vegottopublishit.TaKethecnancelSimon:OK,I'lltaketnechance.(Hemoveshishead.)OK.Attheiinbassy:APlayinOneAct.Rim,Taff,Ramone:TheCharacters.ActITaff:You'rejustmadbecauseyourmothernamedyouafteratree.him:Whatis...sowhat?Sowhat?Whatdoe6'Taff'mean?It'sstupid,that'swhatitmeans.Taff:Forgetit.Listen,JackLondonsailedintheBeringSea.Sealingvoyageswayupintothepack-ice.Theyusedeskimosasguides.Musthavebeentough.Ramone:Whyareyoutellingusthis?Taff:Iwanttodoit.Dothat.Eskimos,bears,ice,narwhals.Narwhalsaresupposedtobeunicorns.Theyswimaroundundertheicecaps.(Drinks.Holdshead.)Wow.Ramone:You'reall...Idon'tknowwhat.Alunatic#Anyway,youknowwnatIlove?IloveT.V#Forgetit#Kim:Alunatic.TheEmbassy#6P.M.Mdm#L:Naturedwarfsus.AttacheY:We...wesmolder1Inwardly#Mdm.L:Weareasnothing#AttacheY:Ihavepaintedtheportraitofalady#Ibelongtothecycleoftheartist.James,Eliot,Pound—whoThe Chicago Liierary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—19-I’m nervous.What’s wrong?I’m nervous. Go away. &What’s wrong? he asked her again.This room’s too small and you’re in my way and can’t you see that I’m nervous?She kneed him in the stomach. He gasped and fell against theI’m going for a walk. ^He was just put the door when she slammed it behind them both.She ran down nine flights of stairs andhe was running after her. A second door shut in his face as he reached it,but he caught up with her outside. She was walking fast. iWhere are you going? JL *She slapped him and walked faster.I don’t know. Who cares? I walk on like this all the time, forever.She started to run again. He ran at her side. mWhy are you so tense?She shoved him, she pushed him onto the sidewalk.Won’t you shut up? Why do you talk so much? Didn’t I tell you to go away?did I do?mile was sweet andsome soft organ.Why are you always hitting me? he cried from the ground, WhShe stopped and then walked slowly back to where he lay. Hher eyes, looking down into his, were gleaming.You bore me.She jumped on his ribs.She jumped again and landed on his stomach, her heel groundYou bore me. You bore me. You bore me.She jumped up and down until she had pounded him into dust. He blew away in thecool night breeze. She kept on jumping; once her knees gave way underneath her,but she pulled herself to her feet to jump some more, higher now, like a Masaiwarrior, jumping straight up in the air with her chin thrust out before her. Later,she collapsed a second time, but recovered and continued energetically.Eventually the sun rose.FROM A PAINTING IN THE KITCHENA big red girl holds a hamster in the palm of her hand. It isfurry and alive and the size of a jumbo egg. She presses it toher cheek. O my prince! she is thinking, My love! Each beat of itstiny heart echoes through her fingertips. She thinks, if I were towrap my hand close around him and squeeze, slowly, evengently, I could break all his bones, and rupture every organ.My poor fist, my weak anger; they mean death to him! She caresses the animal’s trembling brow and kisses its bare, moistnose. The hamster starts and seems to shrink, pulling its headand back legs in, into a shaking fur shell. It does not run, havingnowhere to go. Her hand flat, the girl smiles and raises it upbefore her eyes. Now, she thinks, he can see me! The frightenedcreature roams her hand, searching over the sides for its dis¬tant home. The world has become unrecognizable; the worldhas become her hand. Above this desert it sees her face loomclose; her breath makes a warm breeze. It peers up at her, itsonly hope. She is thinking, O to be loved by a man!IF YOU WERE A SINGLE MAN:I’ll jump on your back and ride you to the lake!We’ll splash: completely oblivious to the eyes ofmothers and childrenwhen the waves hit your waist you’ll throw me offand I’ll pull you down on top of me and we’ll rollin the shallows with water in our noses, sneezing.We’ll thrash, wild, wet and laughing, eating oneanother’s mouths, the lake, the sun.Have you ever made love in Lake Michigan before?We’re loud and reckless you and Iif you didn’t have a wife. She gets on my nerves.There’s talcum powder under your fingernails.—SARAH HERNDONThe Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—21by Maddy PaxmanIt all started with the plant light. Mark’s plantshad formerly resided on the window sill, framingthe grey city high-rises and the rain-glistenedparking lot. But the winter's gloom had madethem droop — their leaves had developed fringesof rust and their stems bowed sadly. So one dayMark suddenly arrived with a four foot case con¬taining two strips of light; one fluorescent and an¬other which he said was ultra-violet (though itseemed as dazzlingly white as the first); which heproceeded to install in the corner behind the bed.He suspended it precariously from two hooks inthe ceiling plaster and set all the plants beneathon his old black trunk with the rusty hinges. Forseveral weeks they slept with their heads facingthe other way, in case the crumbling plasterproved unfaithful.The plants iooked good in that corner. Under thepowerful tonic of the light they assumed new iden¬tities. The dark red coleus stood to attention,proudly shooting out new stems until they wereobliged to prune it (you had to stay on top of thesethings, Mark said). The wandering jew convertedovernight from a trailer to a climber: even the onewith the funny name (it sounded like the Frenchfor cauliflower) stepped promptly back from death’s door and made a dramatic recovery.Mark was exultant. He cooed and cajoled, strok¬ing their leaves gently. “Look how happy theyare now!’’ he would exclaim, as for the third timethat day he sprayed them with the mister.Every morning, Mark got up at 8 a.m. to go towork. Sally liked to sleep on, though she rarelyslept through the alarm clock. Now there was theadded rude awakening of the plant light, whichMark religiously plugged in when he woke. Shecomplained about it and Mark agreed to let herturn the light on when she got up; as long as shedidn’t forget. He glared at her rather menacing¬ly-For some weeks the arrangement worked outquite well. Then one day, she somehow forgot toturn on the light in the morning before she left. Atteatime she returned to a red-faced Mark wholost no time in informing her of her misdeameanor.He knew he shouldn’t have trusted her — well shewasn’t going to murder his plants with her care¬lessness! He seemed inordinately angry. The nextday a new gadget appeared — a black box with ayellow dial, which emitted a faint ticking. Sallyfound it sitting on top of the light. If this were Ire¬land, she reflected, she might very well call thebomb-disposal experts... Mark breezed in, eyesbright with aggressive defiance and told her smu¬gly that she didn’t need to touch the light anymoreas he had ‘fixed it’.Sure enough, at precisely 8 a.m. the next morn¬ing, to the strains of Vivaldi’s ‘Four Seasons’ onthe radio (Mark said the plants preferred classi¬cal) the black box sprang into action, there was aclick and a flick, and Sally found her half-nakedbody exposed like a frozen fish in a supermarketcabinet. She pulled the sheets up and stuffed theminto her bedazzled eye-sockets, groaning in asmuch anguish as she could muster. Mark unconcer¬nedly put on his socks, his shoes, his jacket, andblew her a complacent kiss as he swung out of thedoor. She lay there and contemplated leaping outof bed to tear the hooks out of the ceiling, bring¬ing the crashing weight of the light down on top ofthe whole indoor garden and smashing it to pieces— instead she turned over and drifted into an un¬ comfortable dream of glaring sun and dry whitesand. . .Soon after, a large plastic contraption made itsappearance on top of the rusting radiator. It wasfull of water and had a series of round holes alongthe top, from which protruded strips of wet rag,limply hanging. Mark explained that it was ahome-made humidifier; “The air’s far too dry inhere, it’s not healthy,’’ he said, adding as thoughin afterthought that it would benefit the plantsalso. The air felt much fresher, losing that throat-tugging grittiness. Obviously, though, this im¬provement was not satisfactory. Mark soon in¬stalled a more sophisticated version of thehumidifier — this one worked on electricity, andhe had picked it up in a sale at the local plant-nur¬sery. It was large, having been designed more fora greenhouse than a bedroom, and Mark insistedthat it should stand on the desk, where it jammedthe carriage on Sally’s typewriter. Even when shemanaged to push it up enough so that there wassome room for her to type, the crisp pieces ofpaper had a habit of dropping into the top of thecontraption, which was a tray of water, whiskedthere by a gust from the electric fan which Markhad bought at the same sale.This fan now reigned supreme on the arm of thebig easy chair, where Sally usually threw herclothes — she abandoned this pretty quickly afterAt the1344 E. 53rd St.Hyde Park McDonald’s only.Proceeds from the Hotcakes and SausageBreakfast sponsored by Hyde Park Kiwaniswill be contributed Wyler s Children’s Hospitalof U. of C. and the children s wards of Provi¬dent and Chicago Osteopathic Hospitals HYDE PARKKIWANIS CLUBHOTCAKES &SAUSAGEBREAKFASTDuring regular McDonald s breakfast hours.DECEMBER 1 thru 31, 1982AND DRAWINGWednesday, January 5, 1983, 2:00 pmPrizes include:\ $50 worth groceries donated' by the Hyde Park Co-opp) Dinner for two at TJ's1 (worth up to $50, donated by TJ s)q\ $25 gift certificate for merchandise donated' by Cohn & SternAA JP A will be donated by the Hyde Park McDonald's to the■A pfc y Hyde Park Kiwanis Club for each Hotcakes andSausage purchase made at regular price when thisflH WF coupon is presented. 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MinisterSusan Johnson, Baptist Campus MinisterCome, Worship, Study, ServeNew and RebuiltTypewriters,Calculators,Dictators, AddersCasioHewlett Packard REPAIRSPECIALISTSon IBM, SCM,Olympia, etc.FREE repairestimatesTexas InstrumentCanonSharp RENTALSavailable withU.ofC.I.D.The University of Chicago BookstoreTypewriter & Calculator Department970 East 58th Street 2nd Floor753-330322—The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982the sharp blades had chopped up and spewed outa favorite shirt of hers, not to mention severalpairs of underpants. In fact there were remark¬ably few places left to put anything these days.Mark had scooped all the books off the shelvesand put them in boxes to be stored in the cellar(“We've read them all anyway”). Now the shelveswere stacked with bottles and jars of plant food,fertilizer, insect-sprays, trowels and mud-stainedgloves. The plants themselves had rapidly out¬grown their allotted space, emitting countlessnew shoots, their roots bulging and bursting outof their pots, their upper tendrils caressing thebright bulbs of their artificial day. Mark had beenbusy transplanting and sprouting new seeds, sothat Sally had to take care when stepping out ofbed not to stand on a baby tomato or pepperplant, or one of the Coke bottles with a cuttingprotruding from its neck; these lined the floor asthere was nowhere else to put them.The wardrobe, which formerly housed theirclothes and a couple of sacks of potting soil, hadgradually filled up with odds and ends of plastictubing, buckets, electrical hardware. Mark ap¬parently was going to build something else, but hewas cagey about it. One Sunday he pulled thewhole lot out of the closet and began piecing it to¬gether, humming softly to himself. Sally, with asense of foreboding, watched him bustle aroundthe room with wires and tools as a Heath-Robinsoninvention took shape on the dirty green carpet.Unable to stand the secrecy (“It’s a surprise”Mark would insist), she went out. On her returnshe was aware of a regularly thumping and gur¬gling sound even before she put her key in thelock; it got louder as she approached the bed¬room. What greeted her was Mark, standingproudly in the middle of his construction — a massof curling tubes fitted with spray and fed by apumping mechanism attached to a large bucket ofwater. The sprays gave out a continual mist ofwater onto the already dripping leaves. “I de¬signed it myself” Mark proclaimed, so proudly.“Never again will we have to water the plants byhand, this machine does it all!” He sounded like aglossy advertisement from a Sunday supplement. Sally was speechless — she stormed out of theroom and went to spend the night at her friendMartha’s, who had absolutely no plants (“I’m justbrown-fingered” she would shrug), but rather alot of cats.But of course she didn’t stay angry for ever;they soon made it up. As she lay in bed beside him,looking up at the leafy canopy, he stroked hershoulder lovingly and reassured her. Of course hecared for her more than for the plants — it’S justthat, well, plants aren’t like people, you have tolook after them properly or they won’t survive.He felt so responsible. The sheets were damp andsticky from the constant misting — the room had astench of fertilizer. As he spoke, a trailing wisp ofasparagus fern drooped lovingly over the bed¬head and sidled up to his cheek. He caressed it ab-sentmindedly: the soft feathery leaves feltgood.The days went by and, it was hard to say how,the plants seemed to make their presence feltmore and more. The room took on a dank andmusty air, the steaminess of a tropical rain-forest.It was almost as though the plants actuallythrobbed with life — or was it just the sound of thepump that made her feel that? A burst bag of Ver-miculite spilled its earthy contents across thefloor, and there they lay, crunching under herbare feet. She found it harder than ever to sleep, iand eventually moved onto the living room sofa,where she dozed uneasily. Mark spent nearly allhis time feeding and watering, re-potting babies,wiping the leaves with a cloth soaked in milk andmaking running repairs to his life-support sys¬tems. Like a hospital emergency ward, Sallythought, or an exhibition of crazy industrial art. .Their room-mate finally got tired of the giantvariegated ivy, curled seductively round eightfeet of imitation tree-trunk, which Mark had ‘re¬scued’ from a smart downtown restaurant. (For¬tunately the manager had not found out who wasresponsible.) For the last three weeks it had beenstanding in the bathtub terrorizing visitors. Sallywas forced to admit that not having the use ofyour bathtub was more than a minor inconven¬ience, and reluctantly she carted the unweildymonster into the bedroom and set it down in theremaining square foot of floor space. It toweredover her like a gloomy monolith. Tilting her headshe gazed at the thick foliage — she could nolonger see sunlight and barely glimpsed the plantlight. Ominous swirls of green, dark spikes andstems, the plants so grown together you couldbarely distinguish pellargonium from tradescan-tia. Panic swept over her like in those nightmaresone has about being lost in the jungle; it was allshe could do to steady her legs long enough towalk to where she knew the door should be, outthrough the apartment and down into the sleazynormality of the street.She moved in with Martha and the cats. Markcalled once or twice with insincere attempts to winher back. 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CORNELLThe Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—23IN SUMMERYou visited the same paintingevery week. I said its colorswere too delicate for my tastebut you bought me a printso I would not forget.This is how we measuredour emotions.When you put your hands on minebefore we kissed it was as ifthere were somethingto be said. I told youyou were beautiful but youdid not understandwhat I meant.I know now why you leftopened envelopeson the dresser, and feltcompelled to describethe churches you had visited.It was something to dowith the night two years agoor more when you waitedin my doorway, afraidof what you had to ask, of whatyou knew I would answer.You stood too erectas we said goodbye, your facewhite against the dark leaves.I kissed your cheek, told youto keep in touch and knewhow much we could not say.I wore my sweater wrappedaround me all the wayto Paris and thoughtof the way your voice always losesall inflection when you speakabout desire, of your handreaching toward my shoulder.—Ann Keniston A TOKENI felt that I must bring something.But I did not know what to bring.The hostess had said there was no causeTo bring anything.I lost a glove on the wayAnd considered how I would smile.The empty glove seemed so strangeAlone on my lap, but I could not leave it.I was barehandedIn the cold, at the flower-seller(Wondering if chocolates would be better,If a casserole would have been better)There were ugly, spiny protea,All of the flowers looked evil.Even the roses were lurid.I took the gladioli — one of every color.The stems were wet in my handsAs I reached the door, all blurred.Confident now, that somethingWas in my hands.—Constance KwainAROUND MIDNIGHTAround midnight, when she lies awakeBeside him, she feels the needTo trace her fingers along the linesOf his arm, to talk ofAnything. She knows this irritates himAnd wishes she could stop. And yetSleep is not a simple thing. At timesShe cannot accept their bodies side by side,Almost touching, yet falling into separateDarknesses, and so she smoothesThe creases in the blanket, or rocksBack and forth softly, wonderingIf he notices. She wishesThe night were kinder to her.She knows it is nothingShe can describe, only thatThe shadows on the white walls, the distantSound of wind, the whitenessOf his still back in the moonlightHave a cruelty about them. She wishesHe were kinder to her, yetShe cannot say in what way, and whenShe tries, her loneliness becomes morePiercing with each word.—Nancy Butcher24—The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982Republic'sWinter FunPass.Perfect ForTwo round trips tothe sun or the slopesfor a bargain fare.Plus a third trip, toanywhere we fly, free!As school terms drag on, you're going to need a break. 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I enjoy my contactLenses made byDr. Kurt RosenbaumOptometristKimbark Plaza1200 E. 53rd St.493-8372ARNOLD W RAVIN MEMORIAL LECTURESRichard C.LewontinAlexander Agassiz Professorof Zoology, Harvard UniversityMonday December 6, 1982Reduction vs.Reductionismin BiologyTuesday December 7, 1982EvolutionaryEpistemology:The Tyrannyof MetaphorsBoth will take place at 8 00 PMin the Law School Auditorium1111 E. 60th Streetmarian realty,inc.mREALTORStudio and 1 BedroomApartments Available— Students Welcome —On Campus Bus LineConcerned Service5480 S. Cornell684-540026—The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982f A SCENE FROMREADINGIN THEDARKSCENE ONE(GIMPY IS LYING ON HISOVER-SIZED FLOOR MATTRESSIN HIS APARTMENT AT STAGERIGHT. HE IS DIALING HIS TELE¬PHONE. EMILYN SITS ON ASTRAW MAT AT STAGE LEFT INHER APARTMENT. SHE IS READ¬ING. THOUGH HER APARTMENTHAS NO BED, IT IS FURNISHEDWITH A COUCH, A LADDER, ANDA MOUNTED COYOTE HEAD ONTHE WALL. HER PHONE RINGS ATLEAST TEN TIMES BEFORE SHEEVEN SEEMS TO NOTICE IT.)EMILYN: (ANSWERING THEPHONE, FAINTLY EXASPERAT¬ED) Yes?GIMPY: (IN A LOW, SOMEWHATFIERCE, ‘'STREET” VOICE) Uhyeah, Rhonda be dare?EM: (SHARPLY) What?GIM: I sayed is Rhonda dare?EM: (BORED) Oh Gimpy, shut up.GIM: (LAUGHING) How did youknow it was me?EM: I’m a smart girl.GIM: But how did you know? I...Ieven practiced on my tape re¬corder. I wasn’t even intendingto talk to you!BRIEF PAUSEGIM: (UNCOMFORTABLE, CON¬VERSATIONALLY) So-ohhh. . .EM: I had this great day today.GIM: But how did you know itwas me?EM: I went walking along thebeach. . .south. Walking, justwalking, talking in all the lan¬guages I know. . .watching theice floes breathing up and downGIM: South? Isn’t that danger¬ous?EM: Oh yes, I’m sure it is. In fact,I slipped in a parking lot and justknew it was the perfect place forrape. (PARENTHETICALLY) Ihave this terrible bruise on myhip. (BUSINESS-LIKE) Anyway Imet this bird watcher. Do youknow much about bird watch¬ing?GIM: No.EM: Neither do I. This birdwatcher asked me if I’d seen anybirds and I said, ‘‘No I haven’t, Iwas just walking.” So he let melook at this snow owl throughbinoculars. (WITH QUIET AWE)Six foot wingspan.GIM: And they’re noiseless, youknow. They’re the only bird thatdoesn’t make noise flying—EM: So then we went back to hiscar to look at it through a tele¬scope and—GIM: But the noiselessness!You’re forgetting about thenoiselessness!EM: (SOMEWHAT AFFECTIONA¬ TELY) Oh, will you hush!(GIMPY LAUGHS)GIM: Antonio? Antonio’s the lastperson you were in love withwasn’t he?EM: (SKEPTICALLY) Antonio?Look: you might as well know. Imade Antonio up.GIM: Emilyn!EM: I did.xOut of thin air. . .1 wasbored. I kept having this dreamwith him in it and I decided I hadto give him a name.GIM: Oh Emilyn, you’re alwayssaying you made people up. Re¬member Johannes? Rememberhow you tried to spring that oneon me?EM: (LAUGHING) But I did makeJohannes up! Johannes? Youthink that sounds like a real per¬son?GIM: I think you have such adreamy mind and bad memorythat it’s very easy for you to be¬lieve you made people up.EM: Well, I wouldn’t know. Imean, I loved Antonio more thananyone before or since proba¬bly, and I only knew him for twoweeks. Two weeks! The rest ofthat, oh year I was in love withhim, I just thought about him. It'sfun. I like to think about peoplemore than be with them.GIM: Emilyn! We have more incommon than l thought! All / dothese days is think about Steph¬anie and that fantastic week wehad in New York.EM: It was really that great,huh?GIM: It was fantastic!EM: (QUICKLY) Why don’t youcome over here? VERY SLIGHTPAUSE. Actually, I don’t care ifyou come or not, really.GIM: Okay, I'm coming.EM: (VOICE TRAILING OFF, LOS¬ING INTEREST) Do whatever youwant. I don’t care. . .GIM: Well actually, I don’t knowif I am coming or not. Maybe I’llsee you later. (BOTH HANG UP)—Keith FlemingEM: So then we got in his car andstarted just driving around. Ex¬cept he had all this car troubleand had to pay hundreds andhundreds of dollars. Such a niceman though — Bill. He’s 54 andteaches in the History Depart¬ment. He drove me all the wayback to his apartment and keptgiving me these Vodka Tonicsand (LAUGHS) and he wants toshave my legs!GIM: How does he know they’reso hairy?EM: I showed him.GIM: Oh. You could sleep with alot more men you know, Emilyn,if you shaved your legs.EM: He still wants to sleep withme. He’s cute. GIM: I thought you said he was54.EM: He is. He’s cute. 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Cornell30—The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982THE WOLFWe townspeople hear the wolf at night.He roams our streets then;Why else would there be dead geese?An excited man tellsof its running form against crags —But when the twenty of us gather in the foothillabove town, halt silent in a ragweed meadow:only a thin howl from below, perhaps streamsfalling to our town’s tributary.Who cannot forgive our standing all morning there, listening?Squirrels in high grass leap our shots.Tall trees surround us;there, all this time.At dark we turn down, men embracing men.This night is papered with shadows.I AM NEARING THE AGE OF MY FATHERwhen his father took him to the Coney Island bath house.Through glass, ocean waves heaped on each other.“The waves will cease as well,’’ grandfather saidremoving his gray suit. My father was trim as a shadow.They ascended together, conversing like brothers.Attendants dumped water on stone benches.Each room they visited filled with hot mist.Faces slid into fog, nude men disappearedinto white tunnels of moisture. Soonboth felt their nakedness part of the heat.My father looked sleepily at his fathercoughing in the damp. They walked on solemnly,grandfather enjoying the womb-like warmth.In another room old men sank into porcelain tubs,steam drifting down the tile walls.Everywhere the terror of acceptance.I am nearing the age of my fatherwhen his father took himto the Coney Island bath house.I TRANSLATE THE RUSSIAN TAILOR'S POEM“Wife, I love you with both my hearts;the body’s heart and that of my failing eyes.Each nerve of mine spliced to yoursto love you in a blend of pleasure and hurt.”No, he says, what do I speakif not of love? Who would be Mikhail Fuchs?We try again, fewer mistakes:“Each of my limbs sewn to your skinto love both when you pleasure and hurt.’’Nyet: there are thirty thousand Russians on Brighton Beach,my love must be mine. Who would be Mikhail Fuchs?“Each my arms locked round your bodyto love you in this pleasure and hurt.”But that is only one of my hearts. Without two heartswho would be Mikhail Fuchs? THE HELDNow I know how Van Goghfelt when he drowned himselfin yellow. The color makes us insane.The sun on mad crows all day,and crows have yellow eyes.I know how Van Gogh feltwhen he woke one morningseeing yellow everywhereand in the air a pinch of saffron.Goldenrod, black-eyed susans:yellow, you must live it.The air around mein sulfurous currents.Van Gogh died in ecstacynot despair. Yellownights those last few days,the day he walked the fieldyellow billowing from the wheatwrapped him tight.I want to die as Van Gogh,the crows,in a wash of yellow,my fingers dipped in a bowl of petalsfrom Cathay, sweating lemon.MARINA, PITTSBURGH PAThe Russian tailor talks of his daughterlike she is the kind of samovara Soviet calls a State Treasure:the set of her posture when teaching piano;how black her hair against lacebrought across the Urals;eyes clear as a glass of vodka. He has evennamed his small failing shopafter her: Marina.We drink vodka in a gulpstanding in his airless shop,Marina sipping Italiano Amarretto...He tells me in broken Englishof the waxiness of her breastswhich he looks at discreetlyevery chance he gets.Her lips are silk!Fatherhood arrests his gesturesquicker than any denied passport,his greatest dream to tell her of his iove.how each of her movementsis magnified, recorded.He takes every opportunityto escape freedom, weaving himselfinto still another purge.—JOHN SCHULMANThe Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—31T"o * ", o ’ , vrt ° ^ o ", 6 c *FtOBERTiA- CAROfo THE/YEARS - OF XYNDON \jOuhtariiid- TMtt dMitMJAmAh?° ° - *° - ° • J-iarncr Court'SZ1S \Soutii T-fgrp&r ^\’initc CiiiCtUjo^bOfaUf. C A © rt - ^. O^M0A^opp^gok0€fis;>;^;>;5757 S.'UniVERSlTY 752-4381 3 ~0 - ° ° "3 ~0 O ' oO'" « O o °• «v. ••••.-«•-;p7S7 s. 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For more info -I- register, callApril Wilson: 667-3038.FLUNKEY WANTEDThe Maroon is looking for someone to help mailsubscriptions for 5 to 10 hours every two weeks.Pay negotiable, hours flexible. Visit our officein Rm 304 Ida Noyes or call 753-3263.HAND CRAFTED WOOLSweaters, scarves and tapestries! All 100%wool (Llama and Alpaca) hand crafted fromSouth America-Buy at Craft Fair in Dec. orcall David at 947-8488 for appointment.HOTLINEUSE IT! We've got references, information,and the ears. Dial 753-1777 between 7pm -+-7am. ACHTUNG! GERMAN!TAKE APRIL WILSON'S GERMAN COURSETHIS WINTER + HIGH PASS THE SPRINGLANGUAGE EXAM! Classes will meet MWFstarting Jan. 10. For more info + register, callApril Wilson: 667-3038.STUDENT GOVERNMENTFOOD-COOPAttention old and new members of the S.G.Food Co-op-Are you interested in good qualityfood at low prices0 If so, we are open forbusiness every Tuesday night at 7 pm atQuaker House on Woodlawn Ave. Newmembers are always welcome for info call 943-1022.LAKE FRONT CONDODELUXE 2 br. apt. 2 bath dishwasher dbleovens immediate occupancy-venetian blindsdraperies incl. Price negotiable. Call ST2-5475during week. 943-4466 eves.REVIVALOF EVILThis documentary film explores evidence ofwitchcraft in certain famous rock groups andother evidence of a general revival of Satanicinfluences in our society today. Free admis¬sion. Friday Dec. 3 at 7:30 pm Ida Noyes HallEast Lounge. Sponsored by Inter-VarsityChristian Fellowship.TYPISTExperienced, accurate TYPIST will type termpapers, thesis and resumes. Reasonable, quickservice. Pick-up and delivery. Call Wanda at947 0456 after 5 p.m. or 493-4482 days.FOOTBALL LOVERSPub will be open for Sunday football Dec 5 +12, beginning at noon. Continuation of Sundayopenings will depend on client demand. Ergo,bring your friends. New Pub hours 4:30-1:30Mon-Sat. 21 and over. Memberships at door.IRA BOMBS LONDONcome find out why Saturday, Dec. 4 when Mar¬tha McClelland, executive committee memberof Sinn Fein, the political wing of the IrishRepublican Army speaks at the 1-House HomeRoom at 2:30 pm. A FOCI even. Sat., Dec. 4 at2:30 pm.HANNUKKAH CANDLESAnd Menorot (Tin) are on Sale at HiMel House,5715 Woodlawn for 40c and $1.00 respectively.Hannukkah begins Friday Evening, December10th.INTERNATIONALCOFFEE HOUSEFeaturing GALLICA with a repetoire of inter¬national folk music. Open mike. Performerswelcome-Fri. Dec. 3 9:30pm-1 :00a.m. 1-House,for info call 753-2274.ARE YOU IN YOUR RIGHT(OR LEFT) MIND?Men and Women, right and left handers neededto participate in interesting and profitablestudies on how the two sides of the brain thinkdifferently. Call 962-8846M-F, 9-5.POLARITY MASSAGEFree up blocked energy with a PolarityMassage, a system for balancing and renew¬ing you well-being. Non-sexual. Bob Rueter324 7530. LANGUAGE COURSESthough Chicago Cluster of Theological Schoolsat the Lutheran School of Theology (on 55thSt.) Professional instruction by experiencedteachers and/or native speakers in FREN¬CH/GERMAN/LATIN/SPANISH. Freesrange from $80 for 10 hours of instruction perquarter to $220 for 50 hours. SEE BELOW FORSPECIFICS or CALL CCTS: 667-3500 ext. 266.GERMAN COURSESthrough CCTS at LSTC, Room 203.I Two quarter course (1st Otr) Beg. Jan10,83 Mo 7:30-9:30, Fee $110.II Two-Quarter Course (2nd Otr) Beg. Jan 11,83 Tue. 7:30-9:30, Fee: $110.III Advance Reading. Beginning Jan. 5, 83Wed. 7:30-9:30, Fee: $110.IV 15 Week INTENSIVE. Beginning Jan. 10, 83Mo/Wed 12:15-2:00, Fee: $220.V Conversational German by appt. For in-fo/reg call instructor G.F. Miller PhD (nativespeaker) 363-1384or CCTS: 667-3500x266.FRENCH COURSEthrough CCTS at LSTC Beg. sessions Jan 11,7-9, RM 206 For info/reg call instructor S.Pocock 955 9185 or CCTS 667-3500 ext. 266.LATIN COURSEthrough CCTS or LSTC by appointment. CallFather Zborowski 324-2626 or CCTS 667-3500ext. 266.SPANISH COURSESthrouqh CCTS or LSTCI BEGINNING SPANISH: Tue 6-7:30 Rm 203.Fee $80. Beginning Jan 11, 83. For info/reg callinstructor K. Beckie 947-0203 or CCTS 667-3500ext. 266.II INTERMEDIATE SPANISH: Tue. 5-6:30,Rm. 206; Fee $80 Beginning Jan 11, 83 For in¬fo/reg call instructor C. Rosario 288-8389 orCCTS667 3500ext. 266.JEAN PIERRE RampalTickets on sale now for Jan 17 performance $9Rm 210 Ida Noyes. CRAFTHoliday shopping in a congenial collegiateatmosphere-handmade crafts & gadgets onsale at Reynolds Club No. Lounge Dec. 9, 10, 11from 11am - 6 BE THERE.WASSAILEverybody is invited to the all universityWassail Party 4-6pm Dec. 10 Good CheerCarols, etc.SANTA SUITSRent a Santa Suit for your holiday affairs $15Rm 210 Ida Noyes call 753-3591.E C L ECTICJE DJN'83Watch for winter schedules: Aerobics/Barten¬ding/Belly Dancing/C logging/Guitar/MoneyManagement/Men's Exercise/T ap/StainedGlass/Knitting/Photography/Harmonica andmore!ST. NICHOLAS BAZAARHoliday treasures, knits, gifts, baked goods.Sat. De. 4, 10-5, Sun. Dec. 5 9-2. St. ThomasApostle School, 5467 Woodlawn. Tel: 324-2626.SEXUAL HARASSMENT?Have you or do you know anyone who's beensexually harassed at the U of C? The Grey CityJournal would like to talk with you. All callsconfidential. 9:30am -5pm 753-3265.TIRED FEETExperience the relaxing, energizing effects ofa deep foot massage. Bob Rueter 324-7530.PERSONALSBrown-eyed vampire: I'll bring the Asti, youbring the Amalfi...Merry and Happy!GryphowU R4903 You play a lousy game of Pac-Man butwe can still be friends. Jimmy's 7:00 tonight.Priam's Daughter: There are many futures.How far-seeing are you? An Irishman.■■■CLRANYTHING-CAN-HAPPEN HAPPENING!Unpredictable poets, jazz, drama 9 December Reynolds Club(more alive than any arts andcrafts show) 1st f,oor theater2 pm Thursday (dfiazfotte c~VihtzomcReal Estate Co.493-0666 Call AnytimeHANDSOME FAMILY LIVING. 5500 sq. feet — 11 rooms.... even anolde English Pub in the basement. Near 49th & Kimbark. New onmarket. $235,000.WILLING SELLER WHEN IT COMES TO SPECIAL DEAL. Five bedroombrick & stone Victorian. New convection range & shiny Mexican tilekitchen. Cozy fireplace. Near 50th & Dorchester. $172,000.NEW ON MARKETNear57th &Stony $39,0005 roomCo-opEASY, SHORT WALK TO BILLINGS OR CAMPUS....four rooms — ev¬erything ship-shape. Choice of electric or gas cooking. Super bldg.Would you believe Hyde Park’s only VAFHA approved? This meanspossible 12% financing. Hurry. Only $43,000. 55th & Ingleside.MUST SETTLE ESTATE! Out-of-town executor says bring an offer ontownhouse near 54th & Blackstone. This is a co-op so it’s priced forless. $65,000. 3 bedroom — 1 bath, full basement.OTHER CAMPUS LOCATIONS57th & Kimbark — 4 rms — $47,50057th & Kenwood — 5 rms — $63,00059th & Harper — 4 rms — $33,000 (Co-op)58th & Blackstone — 6 rms — $107,000The Chicago Literary Review, Friday 3 December 1982—35WITH mistletoe and hollyLet Christmas time be jollyWith just a little folly; ,^ But don’t get oft your trolley!Occasional Verses»v IDA E. S. NOYESDEC. 10th,4PM, IDA NOYES