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Issue #40

 

Issue #40 - Fall 2011

Editorial Comment Highlights

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The poem we’ve all written


isn’t a poem at all but a colour,
the colour the anthropologist unearths
in the conversations of the Aztecs and Incas,
Renaissance men, and neocons,
the colour of skin and schisms and soil.

The poem we’ve all written touches
on the things that matter,
like tea rooms and legal pads,
and the stuff that doesn’t matter in the least,
namely tranquility and war.

The poem we’ve all written is on the lips of
angels and under the tongues of the homeless,
both of which pen poetry
in the alleyways
of God.


by Danielle Charette

A milestone marks a journey: it might be the departure, the destination or the half-way mark, and quite frankly I have no idea what this particular milestone marks except that we’ve done something that is, as any parent will tell you, both extraordinary and banal. We’ve made it through a generation. Yep. That’s right. We’ve published the writing of a generation of young authors. That is to say, anyone who was born in the year The Claremont Review “was dragged squalling from the publisher’s muck” (as editor Terence Young wrote in the first edition) is now too old to be published between these pages.

And now here we are, all grown up. But that’s a fallacy, of course. If the editors look in the mirror and experience that weird duality that happens to all who have seen someone or something, whether it’s a partner or a project, a child or a career, through twenty years—that is, the face has aged but the mind and spirit are the same as ever—the writing between the covers of this magazine is just as fresh, as buoyant, as profound, as dynamic as ever. The table of contents in this issue strikes the chord of wanderlust before embarking on a metaphysical journey: Dementia, Discourse in Magnetic Poetry, Cartography, Standard Deviation, Endangered Species, Eplarex, Respire. These titles give a sense of the breadth and depth of intellectual and lyrical territory covered in this issue. We especially congratulate the winners of this year’s poetry and fiction contests. The writers come from close to home and across the continent. Their works are as diverse in subject and style as the genetic structure of any one person from the next. What they have in common though, as poetry judge Cynthia Kirkham says, is courage—because writing, offering one’s voice to a reader, is “an act of faith.” And speaking of faith, we ‘d like to acknowledge here our great supporters ABE Books, who have sponsored this and many past contests over the years through advertising and financial contributions. Special thanks also goes to the parents’ association of Claremont Secondary school, to Saanich School District #63, and to St. Michaels University School who have helped us through these thin times when changes to government financial aid groups have reduced our funding.

 

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The great Cavalier poet Robert Herrick once wrote “that age is best which is the first/when youth and blood are warmer.” Herrick warns the virgins in his poem that “Old Time is still a-flying.” His paradox, of course, is that in writing the poem, you conquer time. The writers published in our first issue have all moved on: some of them to writing careers and others in different directions. Some of them are celebrating their own twentieth reunion even as this magazine goes to press. Their voices though, are as fresh and warm in the pages of that first edition of The Claremont Review as are those you’ll find between the covers of this, our fortieth issue.

 

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Table of Contents

 
cover art: Peacock by Emma Tennant

Poetry

 
Hannah Roberts The Apple Lady
Claire MacKay No, Mother
Sarah Khan Looking at a Shopping Cart
Thompson Wong White Clouds
Danielle Charette The poem we've all written
  Prime Time
Brianna Cerkiewicz Discourse in Magnetic Poetry
Nicole Heron Varicosity
  Broken Up
Robyn Van Ek Grandmother
  She Plays Me
Mitch Cram Nest Gatherers of Tiger Cave
Eryn Sylvester Pillow Talk
Madeleine Goodman Dramatic Irony
Amir Dada Never Nangarhar
Alexandra Garcia Sunday, Childhood
  Portrait of an Artist
  Do The Pine Needles Ever Rest?
Olivia Valdes Exhortations to a Young Abstraction
Robyn Hope To a Heart
Mary Lapp Maiden
Monica (Kyung Yun) Lee Eleven Ways of a Chopstick
Ian Kapron-King November
Kaylaa Dornan The Scene Kid
Michael Abramson Muddy Feet
  A Corporate Dream
Madeline Petersen Dementia
Danielle Charette Standard Deviation
Elizabeth Ballou A Song for Emma Mariah
Brian Christensen Paralysis
Nicole Heron Endangered Species
Sarah Khan Cartography
Madeline Petersen The husband who loves you
Cliona Quail-Bradley Under the Porch
Robyn Van Ek And So We Needed an Armchair
   

Fiction

 
Kaitlin Jennrich The Taste of Blue
Meg Eden Four-Colour Pens
Oliver Brooks Eplarex
David Murray On the Other Side
Tiffany Chan Face Down
Christina Zhou Respire
Sophia Ma Goodnight, Moonlight
Aya Tubinshlak The Music Teacher
   

Visual Arts

 
Elise Pearson Blackbird, Fly
  Sea Spray
  Barbara and Friends
Grace Budeweit Spirit of Play
   
Miscellaneous Fiction Judges' Comments
  Poetry Judges' Comments

 

Contributor's Notes