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Red Dust 1 new writing, works by Christine
Bowler, Lyman Andrews, F.W. Willetts, poetry and fiction , paper, 180pp. |
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0-87376-017-4 |
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1970 |
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The first in a series to contain
contemporary American and European writers
Andrews poems are resoundingly
direct lyric glimpses of people living out their fates·. Willetts prose poem
psychodrama is an intermittently atmospheric and moving monologue by a
bereaved lover adrift in (?) Algeria· Red Dust 1 has a reason for being and
should be made available Library Journal |
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Red Dust 2 new writing,works by: Babette Sassoon, Simon Vestdijk, Alan Burns, fiction,paper,
139 pp., |
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0-87376-019-0 |
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1972 |
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Second in the series containing contemporary
American and European writers
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Red Dust 3, works by Thomas Fallon,
Joanna Gunderson (Anna Holmes), Bruce Woods, F.W. Willets and others,
fiction and poetry, cloth , 170pp. |
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0-87376-026-3 |
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Publication Date |
1972 |
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$8.95 |
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Third in a series of
innovative writing by Americans and Europeans
I ANNOUNCEMENT OF BIRTH 29
Jul. Mr and Mrs Richard Charles Ankus of Marshall St., Salmon Falls,
announce the birth of a son to the world, Richard Marston, 19 Jul, at 11:30
p.m. The young man child, 20" in length, weighed 5lbs 6 oz at birth and has
spent the 1st 4 days of life in an incubator. He was kept in the Hospital of
Troy for 5 days after the mother. Anne (nee Blaisdell) Ankus, returned to
the family residence. At this date the young man child is with his mother,
and both human beings are in health.
II. BROKEN GLASS. The young Lithuanian
boy, walking among the stones in the moon light. In the fall, the trees are
brown, magenta, yellow, wine-dark, in the night. The lake is running low,
shining whitely glass-dark in the moon. The river's tent is moving . From
Pregnant Man 1 by T. Fallon |
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Doors/Poems with works by: Peter- Paul
Zahl, David Schnell, Maurice J. Thomas, Daniel Lusk, Carole Stone, David
Tipton, Roderick Watson, poetry, cloth 112 pp |
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0-87376-037-9 |
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1982 |
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Doors/Poems was published simultaneously
with When A Lady/ Prose the fourth and fifth anthologies in the Red Dust
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When a Lady/ Prose/ with works by Nikolai Bokov,
Mark Insingel, Gertrud Leutenegger, Claude Ollier, fiction, cloth, 95
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0-87376-038-7 |
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Publication Date |
1982 |
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Non-linear texts from four countries.
In When
a Lady Shakes Hands with a Gentleman by Mark Insingel, the conventional
phrase, situation is put next to its other/under side. “When a lady shakes
hands with a gentleman (plucks out a gentleman's eye) she does not remove
her glove.” A party in a country house with lights on in every room is
juxtaposed to the burning and raping of a city which will go on until
morning.
Nocturne, The Station and The Keeper's House are from Claude Ollier's collection
Navettes. Each is the story of a journey where the end
is not known or the way.
The Ninth Street by Gertrud Leutenegger from her
novel (Vorabend) is about what goes through the head of a young woman the
night before a demonstration.
Four stories by Nikolai Bokov, a former
samizdat writer.
We edge along in this way for some time, shielding our eyes
with our hands·At last the tracks dip and plunge to earth, where they burrow
down and disappear. Immediately ahead there is farmland, with its sandy
furrows and corn waving in the wind.
What has become of the station? Has it
been dismantled while we were struggling in the trap?
Perhaps, in our
efforts to escape, we have taken such a roundabout route that the horizon is
now hiding it from our view? Perhaps, but so many strains and pitfalls have
impaired our judgment, and now all we can do is go back, arms limp, minds
blank and with not a word to say, to our starting point. Nocturne Claude Ollier
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