Small Press: The Magazine of Independent Publishing; V. 3, N. 1; September/October 1985
R. R. Bowker, , 1985, Wraps, , , Good
122 pp. Wraps soiled and bumped. ''Our Second Anniversary Issue.'' Contents: Features: Books from small presses; Over there: Americans are still busy publishing in Paris by David Applefield; Confessions of a Frankfurt first-timer by Janja Stanich; In Toronto: The Canadian Booksellers Association Convention by Beverly Slopen; Land of Small Presses by Shane Cleary (In Ireland that's the only kind of publishing there is); In Stockhom: The Swedish Book Fair by Nadia Steinzor; Doing Business with mainland China: China books and periodicals by Marianne Yen; Cross-cultural communications by Joseph Barbato (dedicated to bringing out notable works in neglected languages); Funding a Latin American poetry project: A saga with two surprises by Frank Graziano; 'Reckless and Doomed': Johnathan Williams and Jargon by Michael McFew; plus the regular departments and reviews. Cover: Fritz Eichenberg, wood engraving based on E. A. Poe story.
A Croon on Hennacliff
I. Thus said the rushing raven, Unto his hungry mate, — “Ho! gossip! for Bude Haven: There be corpses six or eight. Cawk! cawk! the crew and skipper, Are wallowing in the sea: So there’s a savoury supper For my old dame and me.” II. “Cawk! gaffer! thou art dreaming, The shore hath wreckers bold; Would rend the yelling seamen, From the clutching billows hold. Cawk! cawk! they’d bound for booty Into the dragon’s den: And shout, for ‘death or duty,’ If the prey were drowning men.” III. Loud laughed the listening surges, At the guess our grandame gave: You might call them Boanerges, From the thunder of their wave. And mockery followed after The sea-bird’s jeering brood: That filled the skies with laughter, From Lundy Light to Bude. IV. “Cawk! cawk!” then said the raven, “I am fourscore years and ten: Yet never in Bude Haven, Did I croak for rescued men. — They will save the Captain’s girdle, And shirt, if shirt there be: But leave their blood to curdle, For my old dame and me.” V. So said the rushing raven, Unto his hungry mate, — “Ho! gossip! for Bude Haven: There be corpses six or eight. Cawk! cawk! the crew and skipper, Are wallowing in the sea: O what a savoury supper, For my old dame and me.”Robert Stephen Hawker [1803–1875]