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We asked Richard Williams, THE SUN’s poetry editor, to assess the literary magazines published in and near Chapel Hill.
By Richard WilliamsJanuary 1976Pornography is a dirty book. If you like a dirty book, it’s fine, nothing wrong with it.
By Dusty MillerJanuary 1976For years, I spent an hour every morning with The New York Times. It wasn’t that different from repeating a mantra or concentrating on the breath. Stories, like thoughts, would come and go; in time, it dawned on me that “objectivity” was pure myth, since no two people, journalists included, see the same event in the same way.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1976Come the autumn, when the earth is getting sleepy, it’s especially good to remember the time of energy and abundance. So I make cooking an offering, to God, to my family, and to the friends who allow me to share my love with them.
By Judy BrattenNovember 1975The one who said I wanted her cunt. No, not her cunt, her heart. No, not her heart, her past. She never saw my teeth.
By Sy SafranskyNovember 1975This awareness, a quiet feeling that something was wrong, was with him at the age of 3. At 46, he resolved the conflict and became a woman. James was a traveler and, as a professional correspondent, crossed continents and scaled Everest. Yet it was Jan Morris who completed the most important journey, that to the woman hidden inside the man.
By Sue HartnettNovember 1975I see many far-out ladies leading the way in many frontiers. I find a strength in them that supports, rather than separates me from them. In so many ways, the torment of my insecurities grows dim in the light of seeing women as pilgrims instead of pictures.
By Elyse Towey, Cindy CrossenNovember 1975It is possible that we are looking out there, over yonder, when we ourselves, or our sisters or mothers or daughters may be secretly squirreling away some of the most direct, honest, intense “news” around about what being a human being is — and not even know that it qualified as literature and might stand the test of time better than much that is presently coming out of the big N.Y. publishing companies.
By Judy HoganNovember 1975Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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