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HAYDEN'S FERRY REVIEW

SPRING/SUMMER 1992 ISSUE 10

Fiction

Brenda Coultas
Tinderbox [27]

M.S. Willis
Another Perversion [36]

Charles Wyatt
Spirits [57]

Christopher Danowski
Walking on Grandmother's Bones [80]

Daniel Stern
Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens: A Story [93]

Poetry

Jean Valentine
Butane [3]
At the Door [78]
My Mother's Body, My Professor, My Bower
[79]

Jay Schneiders
Sinai [31]

Geraldine Connolly
The Future [49]

Judita Vaiciunaite
translated by Stuart Freibert
Viktoria Skrupskelis
The Rebel [50]
Pastorals [51]

Miriam Sagan
Sacajawea [54]

Katherine Sullivan
There Were Bald Eagles Here [73]

Joan Logghe
The Sugar Orchids [88]

Mary Gannon
Beyond the Mouth of Pletny's Horn [90]

Essays

William Kittredge
Ambition [34]

Yusef Komunyakaa
Control is the Mainspring [55]

Rudolfo Anaya
Mas Alla [76]

Judith Oritz Cofer
5 a.m. [91]

Art

Editor's note: Dave Heath's photographs are particularly aware of the powerful forces of isolation and community on the human condition. Like Heath, Allen Ginsberg's photographs are concerned with the idea of community; one defined by the artistic and creative individuals immediately surrounding him.

Allen Ginsberg
Timothy Leary, psychedelic research pioneer, and Neal Cassady [6]
Gregory Corso Addressing Cross [7]

Dave Heath
From a Dialogue with Solitude [32]
From a Dialogue with Solitude [33]
From a Dialogue with Solitude [52]
From a Dialogue with Solitude [53]
From a Dialogue with Solitude [74]
From a Dialogue with Solitude: "Allen Ginsberg and Barbara Moraff" [75]

Interview

Judith Clayton Van
Introduction to Ken Kesey
Interview: Loaded for Bear Further: An interview with Ken Kesey [13]

Contributors [110]

Hayden's Ferry Review Issue 10 Cover

Issue 10 Staff

Managing Editor
Salima Keegan

Fiction Editors
Michelle Cruz Skinner
Judith Clayton Van

Poetry Editors
Deirdre McDonough
Kelleen Zubick

Art Editors
Nancy Fewkes
Don Leddick

Copy Editors
Donna Bain
Stephanie Bucholz
Todd McCoy
Wendy White-Ring

Editorial Assistants
Jeff Coleman
Julius Sokenu

Editorial Advisor
Ron Carlson

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Poetry Selection – Jean Valentine, Butane

The huge aluminum airship
is gliding over us,
you and I with our children walking by
Wesport's
trees, seashore, gold trees, gold seashore.
I say, What's that? But no one sees it.
Then the second ship crashes just behind us,
spills butane lighter fluid over the field,
thinly spreading, fast, out over the next field;
we don't know, should we throw water over it
or not--which will be worse for the earth
(the earth itself isn't on fire yet,
only the corn in the field, and the next field).
The dwarf says, Hold it! walking up between
my legs
into my body: I'd better see the fire skin.

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Fiction Selection – Daniel Stern, from Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens: A Story

When Osterweil finished teaching the Stevens class he knew with an absolute certainty that he was going to die and he set out to find the piece of music that he wanted played at his funeral. Not just the particular piece, but the one recorded performance that would suffice, and no other.

This confirmation of his death did not refer to that precise moment, just some day; not the present, the future, even perhaps the distant future. Nor was it the general knowledge which everyone shares and dips into now and then--the kind of mortality-nudge which only makes present life more delicious. This was more like some weird gnostic gift of the coming event; closer to an experienced conviction than abstract information and it surprised the hell out of him. He just saw himself dead and that was that!