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| Manifesto |
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This is a magazine of strong impressions of places, in time, by locals and visitors, what Ezra Pound would call “the news that stays news.” We do not mean to promote tourism, nor to attack or to defend a place. When MFK Fisher was asked why she was a food writer, she replied, “I write of hunger.” We find the distinction useful. We like art that is more than its surface detail, and we detest banalities that prevent us from seeing. We’re interested in the human moment that shines forth suddenly, a dangerous sublime, as when Huck Finn finds himself alone at night in a lost canoe: “…when I waked up the stars was shining bright, the fog was all gone, and I was spinning down a big bend stern first. First I didn’t know where I was; I thought I was dreaming; and when things began to come back to me they seemed to come up dim out of last week. It was a monstrous big river here, with the tallest and the thickest kind of timber on both banks; just a solid wall, as well as I could see by the stars. I looked away downstream….” Artists in Place: The Magazine will understand what Emerson criticizes in those who have “no range in their scale”: “What is not good they call the worst, and what is not hateful they call the best.” The experience of standing in a long line in the drizzle outside the Louvre is simply tiresome. But when something joyous or hateful is seen truly, even in miniature, the writer uses it to full effect. All art has shape and heft and mass. In a world of pale shredded lettuce, this magazine is a six-foot Chinese cabbage. Our regular sections will include: Prose Fiction Poetry Coherent, distilled, and true Pictures Marketplace Stuff to buyForums
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