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INTRODUCTIONS: A READING LOOP
Sarah Bednarek, Jennifer Dickinson,
Neil Grimmett, Jennifer L. Knox, and Brian Teare might not be
names with which you are yet familiar, though that may be about to
change. We at Blackbird are pleased with the opportunity to
introduce you to the striking and memorable work of these four writers
and one
visual artist—a sampling of eye-opening, skillfully crafted and
ingenious work which demonstrates the remarkable promise and ability
that are present in the new voices of contemporary art. In fact, they
are joined in this issue by a number of writers whose work demonstrates
the varied and vigorous efforts emerging in the 21st century, allowing
us a measure of optimism about at least one arena of human enterprise
in our time. We invite you to join us in welcoming such work.
Sarah
Bednarek
"Gestures
belie something about the individual using them. Fidgeting, pointing,
pounding on the chest, all of these things connote the deeper characteristics
of [public] officials. Gesture is a non-verbal language. Self-conscious
gestures imply insincerity and unself-conscious gestures imply sincerity.
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Jennifer
Dickinson
I've been going to the beach nearly every day since I was born. Until three weeks
ago. That's when my best friend, Violet Frank, was found strangled in the sea
grass near my house. I used to go to the beach even in winter, which you know
in Florida isn't really the winter, just more like spring with a bad cold. .
. .
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Neil
Grimmett
The beaters were huddled together now, leaning on sticks and gossiping as their
terriers and spaniels sniffed and scent-marked around the courtyard and stables.
Jason peeped out from the tack-room. He wanted badly to go over to them but could
not find the courage. It did not matter how hard he might have tried. That would
not count. He had failed and shortly everyone would know. . . .
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Jennifer
L. Knox
Lie down someone said and I fell asleep
under the only tree around for miles:
a scrawny thing but sprawling—purple
wood, low to the ground, more bramble
than branches. . . .
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Brian
Teare
sent
for you last week dogwoods
a swansong white flowers
on
whitewater weather continues . . .
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