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“The Rescue of the Seven Cities of Atlantis: A Diary of the Engineer’s Wife” (parts 2 & 3) by Alexander Chee
A Letter to Her Majesty in Restless Triumph
“There was no way to know of the success with which the myrtles would take to their new beds here. They bloom now, scent the air vigorously and the children pass along their rows, tempted to take whole boughs away. My queen, I miss the sound of your skirts in the halls of this home, and all our seven cities scattered now makes me weep to think of you there in Attilan, without me. I watch the mermen here, their huge tails scatter the waves to foam as they race each other out to where their whales wait for them,
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“Crepuscule” by Daisy Bassen
Vanity is important as snow,As the deer in the yardThat is covered by snow, unpockedWith boot-prints. She was more beautifulAs a fawn. I wanted her to be mine,To come every twilight and look at meBecause we were alike somehowAnd it was worth the risk to stand there,Like an India ink etching, a meal for a coyote.But I was irrelevant or perhaps deer do not seeVery well when night is coming, -
Three Poems by Vladimir Gandelsman, Translated by Olga Livshin and Andrew Janco
MOM, RESURRECTED
Wear your coat. Wear your hat.
You’ll get sick. Don’t do that.
Call your mom. Call your mom.
A storm is coming. A storm.Get some bread on the way home.
Get up. It’s five minutes till. Hello?
I got you a delicious treat.
We’ll be able to pay for heat.That’s for the holidays. Why did you open it.
What did you do this time. What did—
Just go away. Just beat it, all right?
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“The Author Dedicates These Lines to His Beloved Self” by Vladimir Mayakovsky (translated by Val Vinokur)
The Author Dedicates These Lines to His Beloved Self
Heavy.
Like six blows.
“Caesar’s unto Caesar––God’s unto God.”
But where is a guy
like me
supposed to go?
Where is my lair prepared?If I were
still little,
like the Great Ocean,
I’d get up on my wavy tiptoes,
caress the moon with the tide.
Where can I find a beloved,
someone just like me?
She wouldn’t fit into the tiny sky!O if only I were penniless!
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LIT 32 Launch May 1st at Boticarios, NYC
Greetings from all of us at LIT Magazine! We are overjoyed to tell you that we have fresh copies of LIT 32, and we are preparing a celebration to take place next Wednesday.
Where? Boticarios, 58 E 1st Street, New York City
When? Wednesday, May 1st at 6pmReaders include Diana Goetsch, Peter Spagnuolo, and Rosalind Palermo Stevenson, with more to be announced! Come by at any time for a refreshing drink, a tasty snack,
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An Interview With David Leo Rice
David Leo Rice is a Brooklyn-based writer whose second novel, ANGEL HOUSE, is due out this June. In this Weird Fiction extravaganza, readers will encounter the Town, a mythic gathering place for spirits floating upon an inland sea. In this strange yet familiar place, two friends come-of-age as they try to turn their ultimate fantasy, a Pretend Movie, into a real film. Meanwhile, a sinister force named Professor Squimbop tries to educate the Town’s children on Death, videotapes open otherworldly portals, and a radio announcer levitates children with the power of his voice.LIT Prose Editor Joshua Lemay sat down to talk with David about the book,
