Kathy Callaway is
working on a trilogy about the Baltics after spending a year in Tartu,
Estonia, as a George W. Soros Fellow, and another in iauliai,
Lithuania, as a Fulbright Senior Scholar. She hopes to spend next year in
Kaliningrad. Publications include HEART OF THE GARFISH
(Pittsburgh), a book of poetry that won the Agnes Lynch Starrett Prize,
and THE BLOODROOT FLOWER (Knopf), a novel. Previous
articles in Archipelago, to which she is a contributing editor, are
“Estonian Letters” in the inaugural issue and “Little String Game”
in Vol. 1, No. 2. At present
she lives in northern Minnesota.
Rosita Copioli, born in Riccione, Italy, in 1948,
is a poet, teacher, and literary critic. She took the Ph.D.
at the University of Bologna in classical studies with a dissertation on
“The Idea of Landscape in Leopardi.” Her books of poems include SPLENDIDA
LUMINA SOLIS (Forlí, Forum, 1979) and FURORE
DELLE ROSE (Ugo Guanda Editore, S.p.A., Parma, 1989).
Her books of essays include I GIARDINI DEI POPOLI SOTTO LE
ONDE and IL FUOCO DELL’EDEN (1992).She has been editor of the journal of
poetry and poetics: L'altro versante, and guest editor of Il
crepuscolo celtico and ANIMA MUNDI (Guanda
Editore). In 1979 she won the Premio Viareggio
(First Work) and in 1989 the Premio Montale.
Hua Li, formerly a reporter for Radio Beijing, earned a graduate
degree in political science in the United States, where she has lived for
the past ten years. She imports furniture from China. “Hua Li” is a
pseudonym. Part 1 appeared in Archipelago Vol. 5,
Samuel Menashe was born in New York City in 1925.
In 1943 he enlisted in the Infantry School at Fort
Benning, Georgia. After training in England, his division (the 87th)
fought in France, Belgium (the Battle of the Bulge), and Germany. in 1950
he was awarded a doctorat d’université by the Sorbonne. His first book,
THE MANY NAMED BELOVED, was published in London in 1961.
In 1966, his poems were featured in PENGUIN
MODERN POETS, Vol. 7 (London). His latest
volume is THE NICHE NARROWS: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS
is a poet and song-writer and the co-editor and -publisher of Big
Bridge, a journal of poetry on-line. He is co-founder of Big
Bridge Press, which publishes chapbooks and handsome botanica. With Mary
Sands, he also co-edits Jack Magazine.
Michael Rothenberg is the editor of OVERTIME,
Selected Poems of Philip Whalen (Penguin, 1999), and
author of PARIS JOURNALS (Fish Drum, 2000),
poems, and PUNK ROCKWELL (Tropical Press, 2000),
Cynthia Tedesco is the
author of a collection of poetry, LETTERS FOUND AFTER…
(Sesquin Press, 1997). She is a former editor of Barrow
Street, a bi-annual journal of poetry. Her poems have appeared or are
forthcoming in: Apex of The M, Barrow Street, Columbia Poetry Review,
Talisman, Gargoyle, and The Montserrat Review.
Renata Treitel, a teacher,
poet and translator, was born in Switzerland, and educated in Italy,
Argentina, and the United States. She has published GERMAN
NOTEBOOK a chapbook of poems. Her
translations include Susana Thénon, distancias/distances (Sun & Moon
Press, 1994); Rosita Copioli, SPLENDIDA
LUMINA SOLIS/THE BLAZING LIGHTS OF THE SUN (Sun and Moon
Press, 1996); Amelia Biagioni, LAS
CACERIAS/THE HUNTS (Xenos Books, forthcoming). Renata Treitel has
received two Witter Bynner Translation Grants and in 1997,
won the Oklahoma Poetry Award Winner. Her villanelle “The Burden of
Silence” appeared in Archipelago Vol. 4,
News of our Contributors
Jane Barnes is the recipient of the Writer’s
Guild Award for her documentary screenplay for John Paul II:
The Millennial Pope, shown on Frontline, PBS. As
Jane Barnes Casey, she is the author of I, KRUPSKAYA, MY
LIFE WITH LENIN (Houghton Mifflin) and as Jane Barnes, of DOUBLE
LIVES (Doubleday). She is a Director of Archipelago.
WAS CARLOS CASTAÑEDA:
The Afterlife Dialogues (Three Rivers Press, p.b.) has been published.
His “Testimony,” from an interview with James Broughton, appeared in Archipelago,
Vol. 4, No. 1.
Norman Lock is the author of JOSEPH CORNELL’S
OPERAS and EMIGRÉS, a collection of
extended fictions drawn from his series “History of the Imagination,”
published by elimae books. Copies of
this hand-made volume may be ordered from Deron
Bauman. Norman Lock’s “The Elephant Hunters” appeared in Archipelago,
Vol. 3, No. 3.
Katherine McNamara, editor of Archipelago, is the author
of NARROW ROAD TO THE DEEP NORTH, A Journey into the
Interior of Alaska (Mercury House). Reviews and information may be seen on
the publisher’s website. An
excerpt, “The Repetition of Their Days,” appeared in Archipelago,
Vol. 2, No. 3, and is in
the current Jack Magazine.
Maria Negroni: ISLANDIA, a book-length
poem translated from the Spanish by Anne Twitty, has just appeared in a
bilingual edition published by Station Hill Press. Selections
from other books by Maria Negroni, also translated by Anne Twitty,
appeared in Archipelago, Vol. 1, No. 1
and, Vol. 2, No.4. ISLANDIA
can be ordered through Consortium or 1-800-283-3572,
or directly from Station Hill.
Letters to the Editor
Regarding Hubert Butler:
To the Editor:
A friend in England contacted me to say
1.Neil Ascherson did foreword for GRANDMOTHER AND
WOLFE TONE, not Eoin Harris, as she said you had written.
2. That Kilkenny castle was a “generous gift to the people of
Kilkenny,” not “sold for a song.”
3. She really liked Archipelago, and Chris Agee’s essays.
via electronic mail
Chris Agee’s “The Balkan Butler” and “The Stepinac File”
appeared in Vol. 5, No. 1. The
Endnotes “A Local Habitation and a Name,” about the Hubert Butler
Centenary Celebration in Kilkenny last October, appeared in the same
Mid-summer’s Eve in Ireland:
June 21, 2001
To the Editor:
I had the most wonderful mid summers night. I’m staying here at the
Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig, in the northern county of Monaghan
here in Ireland. It is an artists retreat where writers, composers,
artists etc. come to work. I have come to concentrate on my own work,
without having to thinking about organizing group exhibitions, catalogs,
photographing other people’s work, mowing lawns, feeding chickens, and
answering phones and all that life in the real world entails. Yet, am
meeting interesting people over the evening meal once a day, taking
beautiful gardens and glorious walks around the lake and through wood
land, coming across deer, badger, hare, herons, and wild swan.
Last night a group of us went up into the woods on the hilltop and
built a bonfire in the center of an old ring fort (a Rath). At the crest
of the hill the view is of rolling distant hills quilted with fields,
hedge rows and forestry, coming down to Annaghmakerrig Lake, a still deep
green glass, its surface reflecting the colors of the evening sky ruffled
only in the wake of a small family of swans. Then rising up the hill
across the park land are mature copper beech, oak, scots pine, silhouetted
against the sky like a Japanese painting, towards the house with its
arched angles, pale yellow walls, and red-sashed windows. Behind the
house, a sloping field yellow with buttercups and soft purple-topped long
grass, still in the evening calm. We stood before the forest taking in
this view before the mid-summer night’s royal velvet blue covered us in
its dome. No moon; but stars. No light from any source for miles into the
Turning into the forest we clambered over the ancient prehistoric
moss-covered walls into the woods. Earlier three of us had come across
this location on our daily walk and felt it perfect for a mid-summer-night
celebration, and had built a bonfire. All we had to do now was to light
it. A Forester had kindly been during the year before and had cut down
some nice sized trees and cut the trunks up, which made perfect dry
moss-cushioned seats. The stillness of the night descended on a laughing,
singing, drinking, smoking group of people around a fire covered by a
canopy of beech, surrounded by prehistoric stone walls. Someone had
brought up candles, which we lit and planted along the trunk of a fallen
tree. The songs sung were American folk, blues, Gershwin, musicals, Irish
folk and modern, some French, Spanish and even a lovely Greek one.
Through the canopy of leaves one could see the royal blue sky which
never darkened into night. As the night went on the party of people
thinned till there were only four of us. Finally in silence we sat on our
logs staring into the orange flames, lost in thought and listening for the
first bird to sing its morning song.
“Oh beautiful, beautiful day you have come, this is the land and sky,
I’m alive, alive, alive to live another day and find my first worm.”
The log I was sitting on was opposite the opening into the Rath. As the
blue of mid-summer’s night faded into dawns gloaming I could see out
into the world outside our room in the woods. A world of mist rising like
a tide, rising up so that tree tops and hills floated darkly like islands
in swirling waters of soft white. The birds singing glad to be and the dew
heavy we walked out of our wooded den, having stamped our fire out, into a
field white with dew and a view that transported us all to another time
Walking down the hill towards the house all congratulating each other
and thankful that we had stayed up for a masterpiece of nature. Arriving
back at the house we settled into cooking ourselves a huge fry-up, eggs,
rashers, sausages, black and white pudding, toast, tea and orange juice.
To bed we all went exhausted and happy to be alive.
Three photographs by Suzanna Crampton appeared in Archipelago
Vol. 5, No. 1.