E-Panel: October Literary Journal Editors

Interesting – from an Australian point of view – to come across this blog, Emerging Writers Network, by Dan Wickett in the US, given that one of the panellists is Christina Thompson, a former editor of Meanjin, and editor these days of Harvard Review.

I was a journal editor in Australia before I became editor of Harvard Review, so it would be fair to say that this is the part of the publishing world that I know best. It’s a small pond, to be sure, but I’m fond of it.

The E-panel features very general questions about magazine editing, ie … “Is it safe to say you do this [edit] out of love?” … [THOMPSON: I took the vow of poverty a long time ago. Actually, I’m in for the freedom: the freedom to make decisions about things I think I understand and care about; the freedom to create something that I like without too much interference or commercial pressure. Plus I feel like I can do some good for younger writers by showcasing their work alongside that of some of the literary world’s heavy-hitters] … etc.

Print on demand (some thoughts — Mairead Byrne)

Some thoughts on the topic of print on demand from Mairead Byrne, quoted (with permission) from the British & Irish Poets mailing list.

Print-on-demand is a broken link: stone cold. If you can deal with a pod company you know, where you have contacts, can call etc, it would be different. My experience has been no human contact and I didn’t like it. Opinions vary widely on this topic. I publish a lot online. It’s indispensable to me. I love it. Having a blog surprisingly does not replace books, however. I need those little demons. They are the handshakes of poetry, to say the least. I put them in people’s hands and they put their books in mine. We all lose out (financially!). There’s nothing to beat a book designed and printed by someone you know or will meet, I think. My best readers in the world are my publishers. I learn most from them. Also because of the investment I know they are making, even more in time than money. I am asking them to take time to move a letter one space left and they do. It strengthens my relationship with and understanding of poetry. Opinions on this vary of course. The idea with paper is to make the poem worth it somehow. I have taken to enclosing short poems like dollar bills in envelopes I send. The web and print complement each other madly. They are a crazy couple. Who would have thought it would work out.

The Burden of the Gospels

9th October, 2005

THE BURDEN OF THE GOSPELS

Have been catching up with Dave Bonta’s blog, Via Negativa, taking up Dave’s suggestion to read the essay by Wendell Berry, just over 4,000 words in length, published in The Christian Century and slated for inclusion in Berry’s forthcoming book The Way of Ignorance and Other Essays.

The tenor of Berry’s essay is to portray himself as an unconfident reader, (hence the final line of his essay: “… may heaven guard us from those who think they already have the answers”).

But my reading of the Gospels, comforting and clarifying and instructive as they frequently are, deeply moving or exhilarating as they frequently are, has caused me to understand them also as a burden, sometimes raising the hardest of personal questions, sometimes bewildering, sometimes contradictory, sometimes apparently outrageous in their demands. This is the confession of an unconfident reader.

The heart of Berry’s essay – for me – are his thoughts on Jesus’ statement “I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”

It seems to me that all the religions I know anything about emerge from an instinct to push against any merely human constraints on reality. In the Bible such constraints are conventionally attributed to “the world” in the pejorative sense of that term, which we may define as the world of the creation reduced by the purposes of any of the forms of selfishness. The contrary purpose, the purpose of freedom, is stated by Jesus in the fourth Gospel: “I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”

This astonishing statement can be thought about and understood endlessly, for it is endlessly meaningful, but I don’t think it calls for much in the way of interpretation. It does call for a very strict and careful reading of the word life.

To talk about or to desire more abundance of anything has probably always been dangerous, but it seems particularly dangerous now. In an age of materialist science, economics, art and politics, we ought not to be much shocked by the appearance of materialist religion. We know we don’t have to look far to find people who equate more abundant life with a bigger car, a bigger house, a bigger bank account and a bigger church. They are wrong, of course. If Jesus meant only that we should have more possessions or even more “life expectancy,” then John 10:10 is no more remarkable than an advertisement for any commodity whatever. Abundance, in this verse, cannot refer to an abundance of material possessions, for life does not require a material abundance; it requires only a material sufficiency. That sufficiency granted, life itself, which is a membership in the living world, is already an abundance.

But even life in this generous sense of membership in creation does not protect us, as we know, from the dangers of avarice, of selfishness, of the wrong kind of abundance. Those dangers can be overcome only by the realization that in speaking of more abundant life, Jesus is not proposing to free us by making us richer; he is proposing to set life free from precisely that sort of error. He is talking about life, which is only incidentally our life, as a limitless reality.

Now that I have come out against materialism, I fear that I will be expected to say something in favor of spirituality. But if I am going to go on in the direction of what Jesus meant by “life” and “more abundantly,” then I have to avoid that duality of matter and spirit at all costs.

As every reader knows, the Gospels are overwhelmingly concerned with the conduct of human life, of life in the human commonwealth. In the Sermon on the Mount and in other places Jesus is asking his followers to see that the way to more abundant life is the way of love. We are to love one another, and this love is to be more comprehensive than our love for family and friends and tribe and nation. We are to love our neighbors though they may be strangers to us. We are to love our enemies. And this is to be a practical love; it is to be practiced, here and now. Love evidently is not just a feeling but is indistinguishable from the willingness to help, to be useful to one another. The way of love is indistinguishable, moreover, from the way of freedom. We don’t need much imagination to imagine that to be free of hatred, of enmity, of the endless and hopeless effort to oppose violence with violence, would be to have life more abundantly. To be free of indifference would be to have life more abundantly. To be free of the insane rationalizations for our urge to kill one another—that surely would be to have life more abundantly.

Berry may not have the answers but he has not hesitation at asking questions, bless him.

To be convinced of the sanctity of the world, and to be mindful of a human vocation to responsible membership in such a world, must always have been a burden. But it is a burden that falls with greatest weight on us humans of the industrial age who have been and are, by any measure, the humans most guilty of desecrating the world and of destroying creation. And we ought to be a little terrified to realize that, for the most part and at least for the time being, we are helplessly guilty. It seems as though industrial humanity has brought about phase two of original sin. We all are now complicit in the murder of creation. We certainly do know how to apply better measures to our conduct and our work. We know how to do far better than we are doing. But we don’t know how to extricate ourselves from our complicity very surely or very soon. How could we live without degrading our soils, slaughtering our forests, polluting our streams, poisoning the air and the rain? How could we live without the ozone hole and the hypoxic zones? How could we live without endangering species, including our own? How could we live without the war economy and the holocaust of the fossil fuels? To the offer of more abundant life, we have responded with choosing the economics of extinction.

A thoughtful essay, but raising reservations too. I guess one of my questions would be to ask how many groups with environmental leanings feel themselves distanced from the church’s teachings?

Vale Ray Stuart

VALE RAY STUART

Sad news. This from the Friendly Street Poets website:

Friendly Street is saddened to learn of the recent death of Ray Stuart.

Ray was a regular at Friendly Street for many years, making valuable contributions as poet and editor (co-editing Friendly Street Poetry Reader 24 with Jude Aquilina), Committee Member and Convenor.

His warmth, wisdom, humour and poetry will be sorely missed.

Friendly Street passes on its deepest condolences and sympathy to Ray’s wife, Heather, and family.

Ray had intended to launch his second collection of poems, High Mountainous Country – No Reliable Information (from local publisher, Forty Degrees South) in Hobart last week.

Ray Stuart

LANGUAGES

‘Ich weiss nichtwas soll es bedeutendass ich so traurig bin’

Heinrich Heine

 

Within the attic of my mind
in the furthest lit corner
an explanation of tenses
scattered French verbs
and a fragment of Caesar
in Cisalpine Gaul.
 
On the camphorwood chest
a blue folder signed off
in unmistakable English.
 
Through the dormer window
past a wind-moved tree
a shoreline in moonlight
where the Lorelei still sings,
but now on sandstone rocks
and to the tune of a steel guitar.