POETS' CORNER

With Marmaduke Fortescue

This issue, we are thrilled to introduce an exciting new voice on the Southern Poetry scene. Augustus Gump's stark, plaintive verses have a heart-wrenching simplicity remeniscent of the young Rupert Hogwalloper. In a few

exquisitely chosen words, Gump seizes the whole Human Condition and distills it to the size of a walnut, or perhaps a small marble. Or a little ball of silver paper, forgotten then suddenly rediscovered in your trouser pocket.

WHY

- because i don't understand you -
a cab door slamming on my despairwhy?
my voice mingling with
streetlight bouncing off
moving glass
- because
when you speak you
pause in the weirdest of
places.

THIS POEM

i wrote you this poem
in red ball point on
the back of a
walmart receipt
and it was
nothing

but look
printed
cool punctuation
now don't you see its
significant

This issue's classic comes from that most celebrated of all poets, Anonymous.

THE IRISH PIG

'Twas an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all aflutter,
So I landed in the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.

Yes I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a colleen passing by did softly say,
"Ye can tell a man that boozes
By the company he chooses" -
At that the pig got up and walked away!

At the Movies (1)
The Brigadier General reviews "The Exorcist"

At the Movies (2) Special Report
Inside the Making of "The Patriot.

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