R  A  L  P H
  The Review of Arts, Literature, Philosophy and the Humanities

Volume XX, Number 4

Mid-Summer, 2000

Sailing Alone Around the World,
The Girl Who Would Be a Boy, and
Woodrow Wilson

A Conspiracy of Paper
"The word detective doesn't appear. But this is indeed
a murder mystery. And as all good mysteries must,
there is a wealth of characters and a plot that lets us pursue,
as our detective does, the slowly unfolding truth."

Rum, Romanism, and Rebellion
"We are Republicans, and don't propose
to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party
whose antecedents have been rum, Romanism, and rebellion.
We are loyal to our flag."

Richard Wilbur

"Dare we suggest that it might be time
for this much honored poet to accept the fact
that he has but become a name, having drunk life to the lees,
but still may yet find, in different vales,
some other work of noble note."

Great Reviews of the Past
H. L. Mencken on Suicide
"I advise against suicide. Life may not be exactly pleasant,
but it is at least not dull. Heave yourself into Hell today,
and you may miss, tomorrow or next day, another Scopes trial,
or another War to End War, or perchance a rich and buxom widow
with all her first husband's clothes."

Music of Another World,
The Zen of the Common Refrigerator, and
Falling in Love with Flowering Weeds

"What he did was in such perfect keeping with the rhythm
that it was as if a windstorm of sound from the speakers had caught him in its blast,
forced his body to move with such agility that, indeed,
he had become the music."

What the Starets Said
"Do you want to hear what the special method of praying was
that the starets told him about?
she asked.
It's really sort of interesting, in a way.

Lane cut into his last pair of frogs' legs. He nodded.
Sure, he said. Sure.

Surviving as a Musician in Auschwitz
"They say that one can get used to anything,
to the worst, to the most monstrous things.
But I have never been able to fathom the mystery of
the typical camp phenomenon that cannot be called anything else but

Jesus Christ in the South Bronx
"Jesus liked it because the trash and the burnt,
burnished, black fallen walls
Reminded him the brickwork he encountered
on his last tour of duty..."

"Father was a serf, seldom came home at night.
At home my grandmother, old as
The shriveled root of leek,
And a blossoming date tree.
Big with child, Mother wanted just one apricot."

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