Summer 2009
Abha Iyengar
Alison Eastley
Barton Smock
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Charles Reis
Cheryl Snell
Daniel Crocker
David Jordan
David Lawrence
Dennis Mahagin
Doug Ramspeck
Henry Louis Shifrin
John Sweet
Kathryn Jacobs
Lois P. Jones
Margaret Babbott
Mather Schneider
Richard Lighthouse
Roger Pfingston
Roy Lewis
Simon Perchik
Tim Kahl
Tony Leuzzi
Julie Steiner
Don Shaeffer
Steiner Interview
by Alex Nodopaka
Jennifer VanBuren
Jai Britton
Alex Nodopaka
Patrick Carrington
Mannequin Envy in memory of poet and artist Douglas Gamrath
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Roy Lewis
Summer 2009
Excerpt from the Diary of Olga Rudge
Rapallo, Italy
May 1, 1929
And so, Sunday you were surrounded by friends, they saw a smile. You are such a solitary being. ”Let me seek seclusion” is you’re mantra. You’re complete in yourself and all the friends on that hillside of houses couldn’t bring you the peace you need.
May 7, 1929
Am I in a competition? This is what Ezra Pound, my lover, asked me today while he read my poetry. I wasn’t sure how to respond to him. I continued to write sitting at the desk as though he hadn’t asked his question. And of course I’m still sitting at the table now as I write this. Why would he ask that question? Surely he isn’t threatened by my work? Ezra says, see things for what they are—everything is itself entirely. Then should I read something into what he said to me? Or should I look for another interpretation? Has Ezra said precisely what he meant without metaphor? There is a spider crawling up the window frame. Since writing this sentence it has climbed a good four feet up the eight foot frame very quickly. See there, now I’ve just failed to be precise. I can’t read the tiny numbers on this wooden ruler because vanity won’t allow me to wear my glasses while Ezra is at home.
May 14, 1929
Ezra feels very much at peace in the quiet of our home here in Rapallo. He has shared with me that in the wee hours of the morning he feels at peace amongst the sleeping bodies. “My work flows freely then..” he says. “This is my sanctum sanctorum.” Once in the early morning I woke suddenly to discover that Ezra had abandoned our bed. I found him sitting in the dark writting by candle light. I was loathed to disturb him. He deep in the world of his private imaginings, a sacred room in which the uninvited do not enter.
Roy Lewis has been a professional actor for over twenty years. He has worked across Canada and more notably at the Shaw Festival, the Stratford Festival the National Arts Center. He has been a University lecturer in Theatre. As an actor his favourite roles are Prospero in the Tempest, Posthumus in Cymbeline, Lysander in the Dream, Lightbourne in Edward the Second, Norfolk in A Man For All Seasons His love of the theatre inspired him to work as a writer in earnest. To this end he continues to write plays and poetry and he has directed Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Cymbeline, The Tempest and Waiting for Godot.
Don Shaeffer Marion Avenue
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