Inter: Ference

I seem to be running into Ference a lot.

[rimshot!]

BTW: The Franciscan Sister who threw the Boss into the trashcan was Sister Martina, who by the time I attended was principal of St. Rose. And, yes, she was all that. Fearfully wrought and simmering with equal parts love of God and Dies Irae…

The priest who allegedly knocked the Boss down while serving Mass could very well have been Monsignor (then-Father) Thomas Coffey, who retired from active ministry in 1990. I too served under him, a meaty Irish priest with an inscrutible depth of reserve – even for a descendant of Hibernia… It is this which makes me wonder either a) what Mr. Springsteen could have done to warrant arousing the emotions of Msgr. Coffey or b) perhaps it was not Msgr. Coffey at all, but some anonymous assistant pastor.

BTB: Note that DT is under new management and y’all could do worse than subscribe to the magazine if you haven’t already. Lots of good stuff in this issue, which is, as always, a gorgeous gift to the eyes, the ears and the mind…

Also, the new look to the website – what can I say? It’s built for speed…!

Matthew Lickona nominated for Pushcart Prize

Pushcart PrizeCongratulations to our own Matthew Lickona, whose short story “Meat” was nominated for the Pushcart Prize by Dappled Things.

The Pushcart Prize – Best of the Small Presses series, published every year since 1976, is the most honored literary project in America. Hundreds of presses and thousands of writers of short stories, poetry and essays have been represented in the pages of our annual collections.
Writers who were first noticed here include:
Raymond Carver, Tim O’Brien, Jayne Anne Phillips, Charles Baxter, Andre Dubus, Susan Minot, Mona Simpson, John Irving, Rick Moody, and many more. Each year most of the writers and many of the presses are new to the series.

Our Pushcart Prize editions are found in most libraries and bookstores. Each volume contains an index of past selections, plus lists of outstanding presses with addresses.

See, if I left it up to him to mention it, it would be buried deep within a turducken of self-mockery and dry wit, and we can’t have that.

Dappled Things – new edition, new website

Dappled Things has a new edition out, with a lengthy, insightful interview with Heather King about her new book, Shirt of Flame - and lots more goodies. Poetry, art, essays, fiction, chimichanga – no?

We took those out at the last minute?

Well, come for the nonexistent chimichangas, stay for the actual literary content.

Feelin’ a little punchy! It must be my excitement over joining their team as Web Editor. Under an assumed name, of course.

Anyway, take a look at the new website, subscribe to our RSS feed, follow us on Facebook! Twitter! Email newsletter! And, best of all, SUBSCRIBE TO THE PRINT EDITION!

“The hangover stumbles in like laity…”

Youth warns no one when it leaves the party.
It does not thank the hostess, then air kiss,
Then wave, hailing the hot night’s last taxi….

But if it knows what’s good for it, youth – and old age - will hie themselves over to Dappled Things where Anne Babson has written a terriffic update on Wilfred Owen’s Anthem to Doomed Youth.

Of course, there’s a lot more than that – but you have to subscribe and you have to find something more useful to do with your finger muscles (one page at a time) than tapping plastic chiclets all day and tapping mice on the head.

New Dappled Things Released

The SS. Peter & Paul 2011 edition of Dappled Things has just been released today, featuring prose, poetry, and artwork that you don’t want to miss. Our offerings include a timely exchange between Villanova professor Robert T. Miller and John C. Medaille, author of Towards a Truly Free Market, in which they discuss which economic system, capitalism or distributism (the economic philosophy famously advocated by G.K. Chesterton), is most compatible with a Catholic understanding of the good life. If our troubled times have ever made you wonder about the economy, these dueling articles by Miller and Medaille should be required reading.

But it’s not all about the economy, stupid. The new edition is also thick with short stories, poems, artwork, and even a brilliant short play, that touch on themes far more important than money. Take Rosemary Callenberg’s “Dust,” in which she depicts, with unnerving realism, the inner life of a married couple struggling between hope and an encroaching sense of futility:

Ellen nodded, but didn’t say anything. They continued eating without speaking. When she finished, she carried her plate over to the sink and paused to look out the window. That was when she noticed the kitchen was dusty, too. It lay more thickly here, on the windowsill and the angel statue that stood over the sink. It covered even the leaves of the houseplant in the corner. Somehow that was the most depressing; that even this living, growing thing gathered a layer of dead dust. She blew gently on the leaves, but most of it stayed put. Grabbing a paper towel from the rack beside the sink, she moistened a corner and dabbed at it. A few leaves came off in her hand. She hadn’t remembered to water it lately. She crumpled them and threw them in the trash, suddenly angry.

Then there are poems like Ron McFarland’s “My Favorite Deadly Sin” and David Athey’s “Celestialness” that draw one to contemplate, by turns, the dark and light that meet in human existence.

Subscribers will enjoy all this and much more in a gorgeously printed edition that will at once adorn your mind and your coffee table. If you haven’t done so yet, we invite you to subscribe now.

New Dappled Things!

Dappled Things, the little online Catholic literary magazine that could (and did) become a rather less little print Catholic literary magazine, has a new issue out, one which includes, oddly enough, work by the Korrektiv Kollektiv’s own bard of the Great Northwest, Jonathan Potter.  The cover feature is on sculptor Andrew Wilson Smith, whose frankly kickass Johnny Cash adorns this blog post.  Go thou, etc.

The Fine Delight Interviews Bernardo Aparicio García

Our friend Bernardo talks about Dappled Things:

I think many people today are frustrated with much of the literature being produced, either because it flattens and brutalizes human nature through reductionism, or because it fails to explore our spiritual dimension with seriousness and honesty. We try to fill that gap, and it’s something that readers and writers who hear about us appreciate. More

Mr. November can’t get enough of that hot DT action…

Here’s one of the best nutshell-takes on Catholic fiction I’ve ever read.

Five Years After

Well now, looky here – the oddly persistent and rather Catholicy lit-mag Dappled Things has done gone and gotten itself a fancy new website by way of celebrating five years of odd persistence (and Wisconsin poetry). Why, they even procured themselves a place on Facebook! And to top things off, they rustled up a regular cavalcade of stars (Pearce, Bottum, Stroik, Schall, etc.) to share their thoughts on sacred places. Hearty congratulations all ’round!

Of course, you know how it is when folks get to celebrating. They get carried away; they go too far. Editor in Chief Katy Carl put it this way:

“The most interesting writers are, after all, those for whom quality of craft is—while a sine qua non—not exactly the essential thing either, not quite the last word. They are those who cannot be kept from writing. They write the way bad men in Dickens’ novels drink, gamble, and conspire for gain: incorrigibly, flying in the face of a thousand prudential arguments against it. They burn, like the prophet Jeremiah, with a ‘fire in the bones’ that makes not writing a near impossibility. I am flirting with an analogy to sainthood: but then, it is a mistake to consider this beautiful but morally neutral leisure activity to which we are addicted as if it were intrinsically meritorious. It is not, necessarily, but the way we do it may make it into an act by which we open ourselves to grace. This is the essential thing, this opening to grace, this use of our talents in a way that invites the Holy Spirit to work through us.”

What does all this excess mean to you, the reader? It means that you can now enjoy my old short story “Meat” in print as well as online. You poor bastard. However, any distress you feel at encountering said story in the current issue should be more than alleviated by your delight in also encountering Kollektiv Kontributor Jonathan Potter’s fine review of Ruth Asch’s collection of poetry Reflections. Cheers!

SPECIAL KOLLEKTIV KONTRIBUTOR BONUS SONNET: J.B. Toner’s “Clare and Francis”.

Dept. of Belated Introductions

So the other day we had a couple of posts by one J.B. Toner, without so much as a by-your-leave or a couple of ten-spots on the dresser. This is entirely the fault of the management, which is a fancy way of saying me, since I’ve known the guy ever since he sent me a bunch of his poetry and his novella The Bent World (which eventually mushroomed into the full-blown Bent Universe) lo these many years ago. It was a careening little book, and included some scenes which have stayed with me ever after. Here is one of the reviews of The Bent Universe from Amazon:

“This is a fun and deeply probing read. Toner challenges you in ways you never thought possible, while teaching you the finer points of whiskey and vulgarity. It had me laughing, crying, and asking for more when it was all over.”

Hoo! Welcome aboard!