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Page from Issue 25 TriQuarterly Number Twenty-five • Fall 1972 %J editor Charles Newman guest co-editor Mary Kinzie consulting editor Norman Thomas di Giovanni associate editor Elliott Anderson managing editor Suzanne Kurman art director Lawrence Levy ass ...
Page from Issue 25 MARY KINZIE Key to abbreviations 4 Preface for Americans 5 RICHARD HOWARD MARY KINZIE RONALD CHRIST NESTOR IBARRA ALASTAIR REID EMIR RODRIGUEZ MONEGAL R. H. W. DILLARD HUMBERTO M. RASI A Borges anthology Buenos Aires 173 The Recoleta 17 ...
Page from Issue 25 Key to abbreviations A The Aleph and Other Stories 1933-1969, trans. Norman Thomas di Giovanni (New York: E. P. Dutton, 1970) DT Dreamtigers, trans. Mildred Boyer and Harold Morland (Austin: University of Texas Press, 1964) DBR Doctor B ...
Page 11 from Issue 25 Recursive prose MARY KINZIE Consciousness is not lucidity. —E. M. Cioran It is obvious that Borges is not a philosopher. But to call him by a lesser name fails to reproduce the cautious anachronism of a prose oeuvre devoted almost en ...
Page 144 from Issue 25 The past tense THREE POEMS BY R. H. W. DILLARD 1. Rain (After the Spanish of Jorge Luis Borges) f The afternoon produces a rain. It also falls in the past. You hear it. You remember the day You first saw the color of a rose, Saw the ...
Page 147 from Issue 25 The long rows blur To a grey serpent, sliding Crookedly across the mud, The chains lashing Like ground teeth, Sharp as your fear, The water of your nerve. The prevalence of blood, Spreading on the highway, Pooling in the sour cellar ...
Page 148 from Issue 25 Like rent garments, Like the rotten temple wall: Cracked like dry skin, Dry dirt around the base Of the skull: Cracked like a caul, Like the sweet taste Of walnuts, of water, Cracked like parting waters, Like the scales of a new bud ...
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Page 176 from Issue 25 Kindly shade of the trees, breeze rich with birds rocking the branches, my soul losing itself in other souls— only a wonder could undo their existence, a wonder not to be understood, however much its imagined recurrence taints our d ...
Page 178 from Issue 25 Each object in this venerable building I know by heart—the flaking layers of mica On that gray stone, reflected endlessly In the recesses of a faded mirror, And the lion head which holds an iron ring In its mouth, and the multicolor ...

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