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Carola Dibbell A Misunderstanding 114
( C.W. Gusewelle Horst Wessel 14
Peter Handke A Moment of True Feeling 1 43
William S. Wilson Conveyance: The Story I
Would Never Want Bill
Wilson to Read 48
Portfolio
Deborah Turbeville Maquillage 105
Poetry
Dick Allen Variation on a Theme by
Ernest Hemingway 28
Paul Brtn Three Poems 95
David Bergman Two Poems 36
James Bertolino Mom and Saily 1 70
Erica Funkhouser Two Poems 26
Brendan Galvin Two Poems 26
Patricia Goedicke Knock on Any Door 29
Marjorie Hawksworth Urban Renewal 1 73
Joan Moore Four Poems 1 78
Philip Murray The Mugging of Charlie Chan 171
John Ower Pet Python 33
Deborah Pease
John Pijewski
Vern Rutsala
David Schloss
Geography Lesson
Two Poems
The Mystery of the Lost Shoes
The White Room
1 77
31
41
38
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Okhee and Michael Four Poems 99
Stevens
Ricardo de Silveira Thumb 45
Lobo Stern berg
Virginia Terris Three Poems 1 86
Franois Villon, Two Poems 1 02
Gaiway Kinnell, trans.
Tamara Watson No Advice for the Lovelorn 1 74
John C. Witte Chasing Hamlet 141
Frontispje by William
Pne du Bois In MemoriamSue Marquand 1 89
Cover painting by William
Copley, Untitled, 1977.
Table of Contents drawing
by William Copley, Notes on Contributors 1 93
Love Letter to V, 1977.
CONVEYANCE 49
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50 WILUAM S. WILSON 51
I CONVEYANCE
past some of my inhibitions, although you seemed by those that you were ambivalent about reading my things, I know
assignments to be pushing me toward the confessional you felt put upon by so many demands on your timewhat
poets even as in your suggestions for reading you steered me you had been through with your marriage, and the children
away from them, and you certainly (out of your theory, I and I was not used to courage, I was brought up not to ask
know, and I do believe that you believe in it, but I never for help, and I was lazy enough to find it easiest to read that
quite understood it, after all it wasnt my theory, and you title as an attempt to be rid of me. But now I have found the
had told me that style and meaning had reciprocal implica point-of-view, the excuse, for this letter, which will be my
tions, so that I could scarcely have your style imposed on me last story, and which is, in several senses but in no ambiguous
without having something of your meanings imposed on me, sense, the story I would not want Bill Wilson to read
and even now if I think in terms of imposed versus immanent I knew when I saw you at that New Years Eve reception
implications I could not tell where my thought began and you looked aghast when you saw me sitting in the row of
yours ended, and you would say that it didnt matter, that chairs arranged so formally along the wall, I suppose to make
it was just something you picked up from Whitehead or some space and to make people behave themselvesthat you had
body, and you would refer me to your sources, but I think heard about the accident (I am tempted to delay here, but
you were being elusive, not modest, and it was you I was then I remember that each part of a story, each word if pos
interested in, not Whitehead)and now I have lost my idea sible, was to work frontally as well as laterally, so I will not
and my syntax. Anyway your final suggestion to me, to write merely say accident, I will attempt something of that convex
The story I would not want Bill Wilson to read, I took as meniscus, to use one of the images you used for writing that
your attempt to get rid of me, and I did not write it, in fact you liked, which I know you said was just something you re
I stopped writing, and I return to that theme now only be membered from high school chemistry, and didnt reflect any
cause I have wanted to write you a letter and have not had the scientific experience or knowledge, but I never seemed to
self-stylization (I know you enjoy those Germanic phrases) or remember images like that from chemistry, still I got the point
the point-of-view from which to write a letter, and you did that surprise endings were out, that exposition was difficult if
stress point-of-view as the problem which would dissolve corn not impossible, that one had always to be in medias res), I
placencies and yield the unexpected resolution of the story. knew that you knew that my husband and my daughters were
So I needed an excuse to write to you, and now looking over dead, and how they had died, when I saw you standing there
my stories and your notes, tossing them into the fireplace and with a coat and tie among men in tuxedos and women in
starting a fire with them in the eveningI have carried out evening gowns, and I could retrieve from your clothes your
the trash for the last time in my lifeI see that you may not calculations as to how close you could come to them without
have meant me to stop sending stories, you may have meant becoming too distant from yourself, and I saw the glass in
me to reach beyond the awareness that you would be reading your hand, and I dont know what you thought I was think
what I had been writing, meant for me to write that story but ing, I had not responded to your last note or to your lengthy
to send it to you in spite of the implications of the title, you criticisms, my life had become a tragedy but I lacked a tragic
were trying to help me stop being afraid of you but also to sense of life, I was trying to look neither approachable nor
transcend some painful self-limitationand you did not want unapproachable, I did not want to attend a New Years Eve
my fear of you to be your fault, but if it werent, then it was reception, of course, but in the easy paradoxes and formulas
only another painful weakness of my ownanyway I think which make it so difficult to think about my experience, my
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absence would have been a presence, and I thought that I the struggle on your face between boredom and searching
would make it easier on everyone by putting in a brief appear for some fact to let him know that you knew something about
ance early in the evening: and I wanted to be unfaithful to his subjectI say only what you said first about yourself, that
my grief. Looking at youand I had not heard that you had you knew most of what you knew from book reviews, those
been in the hospital, because friends stopped telling me sad self-accusations which forestalled accusations, deafening your
or disquieting news, and I did not know that you had enough self to criticism, but it was true, you were often only as inter
reasons for your own wintry desolations, and I dont know esting as the most recent paperback you had read, though
what we could have done for each other anyway, I dont know you did (do) have a flair for what you call your colloquial
how we might have helped each other, I was as you might undercut, and I was (am) grateful for your explanations, I
have noticed incapable of eating, and was already drinking, always thought that you were a good teacher, I never denied
and looking at you I focused on the glass of ice in your hand, you that. I dont know which of us left the party first, I didnt
probably plain soda-waterif you have been waiting for my see you when I said my thank-yous and good-nights.
charge of self-righteousness, here it is, I saw you standing I was not interested in a poem about a glass of ice and the
there in clothes which let you look the economic or social in frequencies of light, I knew in advance your comment, that if
ferior of people whom you undoubtedly felt superior to, after I had to work with such an image, to commit myself to its
you had lectured me against irony, and you drinking nothing implications with precision, and I sat there remote from my
while others drank alcohol, or you drinking white wine while own indictments of your self-protective and self-serving tact,
they drank Scotch, I had been able to grasp your self-right your endless tact, I had grown, not compassionate, but be
eousness on the level of these detailspartly because you tried yond caring much about anything or anyone, I suppose one
to train me in concreteness, although my concrete details often of the indifferent children of the earth, to quote as you
seemed to me illustrations of your generalizations about con would quote so quickly a line from Hamlet that I would rec
crete details, and if I could catch, on the level of concrete ognize but wouldnt have remembered aptly. I am writing
details, that you were much too much out to get people, scan- now somewhere in a mood of indifferent festivity because
fling for errors instead of applauding, I had more trouble on death is ripening and is within my reach, just about my death
more abstract levels because you were so practiced at escaping, of choice, cirrhosis, with the complication of hepatitis that I
were if not glib at least well prepared, I think you confused knew I could count on Mexico for, and an operation by the
being correct with being good, so that I could never make my local doctor that I underwent as I would undergo an ulti
point because you seemed determined to be in the right what mate poem, and I will describe that later, but not to hurt
ever the cost, you were a Proteus who changed shape if anyone you. I am trying not to terrorize you for your own good. I
tried to touch you, or if anyone did touch you. I was saying thought that I would be unable to write at all after the opera
that I was looking at the glass in your hand and thinking of tion, for I havent had the energy even to think, but somehow
glass or of iceI did not decide whichas the failure of light, I have this surge which I suppose has some chemical baseI
a line of imagery I knew you would resist, although I did not havent even been able to drink for the last few daysso
know, as I have said, how sick you had been, and perhaps you perhaps my body is consuming itself, I am saprozoic (at least
have changed. (I hear my assumption in that sentence, that I have our dictionary here with me, you might be amused to
suffering chastens. Sorry.) You were trapped beside the man know)and I guess my body is releasing its reserves of corti
tiepiece by that man who produced ethnic records, I could see sone, or tapping its reservoir of adrenalinalthough the truest
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and I waited, silent and alone, trapped in my lifeboat, until curable cancer in the States and here have been cured with
the sky bruised with light in the east, and I can quote the Laetrilethey come back every year for triumphant vacations
Bible without worrying about all of the implications: And and this isnt voodoo, but real doctors, trained in the States,
the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and who used medicines that werent approved there, perhaps
every mountain and island were moved out of their place. they are now, but anyway these people tell me about being
Nice, isnt it? And morning came sooner than I could think, examineda sigmoidoscopy, no lessand about growths as
and my perplexed rescue, bobbing up and down in that trun big as grapefruits or oranges that have shrunk to the size of
cated airplane, not feeling lost, knowing that I was 25,000 grapesI love their gratitude as they talk about their opera
miles to the east of myself, 25,000 miles to the west of myself, tioris, their Laetrile enemas, their Wobe-Mugos enzymes,
I could find myself anytime I decided to look. and they told me how well I looked and discouraged me from
I flew, was flown, back to New York. You had not heard drinking the water. I am so tired now I must get to the inter
from me for a year, I saw no reason to get in touch. I drank esting part of my operation. I wanted nothing to do with the
quietly and conscientiously, thinking of my liver turning as antiseptic young doctors at the one-storey hospital theyre all
orange as a life-jacket. I will not repress these images, now so proud of, but the maid told me about a local man who
that I am capsizing, though I can hear you complaining about performs miraculous operations, and I agreed to see him for
women confessional poets dredging their hearts, and I could the entertainment. I underestimated him, however, for he is
quote you on how comparisons deplete the actuality of the impressive, and if anyone wanted to be cured, he could prob
things compared. But I am now mistress of my own deple ably do it, although he has enough sense to send some patients
tions. I drank, but I underestimated my strength. God I was to the hospital, part of an understanding with the healthy
robust. I stayed in the city, selling the house, arranging every young doctors that is beyond me. They just dont draw the
detail, finally achieving an order so that everything is as it will line between appearance and reality at the same place you
be after I have died, and here I have nothing that I dont need and I do, and perhaps both of us underestimated the amount
for the next few days, the maid does everything, and as I read of illusion in our perceptions. I am not going to describe the
through your letters and my poems and stories I toss them operation I let him perform for my liver. He gave me mar
onto this comfortable fire. I could be out of this place in five relous stuffI felt no pain, but if I wanted to be aware I
minutes if I had to be. could be, and if I didnt want to be, I could drift off, which
I flew here, not because you had mentioned Rio Caliente in I mostly did. A young boy stood by throughout, all expres
a story, because after all you learned the name from me, though sionless intelligence, but when the doctor, my shaman, was
you left off the accent: Rio. Everyone has been pleasant, I feel ready to sew me up, the boy stepped forward opening the box
that I am almost a type they know how to handle me so well, he held in front of his heart, and while my witchdoctor ap
they seem familiar with me (unless it is my familiarity with ;posed the edges of the incision, the boy would take out an
death that they sense; again I almost didnt say thatwe dis enormous black ant, and when the ant had seized the edges
cussed Lawrence, Bill, The Plumed Serpent, and you scored with its mandibles, he would cut the thorax from the ant
the points, but also you never heard me out). In any event head, thus making one stitch. And so I was sutured with
(forgive my mischiefI know you hate the phrase) the state : eighteen ants, a dozen miles from a hospital that is the pride
of medicine here is complicatedI could tell you of some of the Indians. And if truth were to be told, I have felt better
acquaintances I drank with in the evening who had had in- weak, but clearsince the operation, and I look at my
WILLIAM S. WILS
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appear without ap this:
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lief. You will think ng yet incapable of 1
that I merely lack disbe
But I dont want a sense of humor.
to estrange you. Y .