Behold the new Corpse! sayeth the editors, standing in the gigantic shadow of this body chock-full of concerned organs. There is heart here (The Art of Marriage), liver (Hedonism: theory and practice), scheming mind (Money Talk and Art), social conscience lips (The Clash of Civilizations), animals for its gentle and rough hands (Pets and Beasts) and of course, Poetry Features, poetry cartoons, letters and glossalalia, music, art: our pungent skin, a mix of pheronomes and intelligence, as alluring as the Havana Airport and as classy as Marlena Dietrich’s USO tours.

We welcome our new assistants: Eric Lundgren and June English, whose images you can view in Our Gang. These rapacious lovers of lit are now joining an illustrious crew, and they show signs of frightful compatibility. In all fairness, their work will be more plainly visible in the next issue, Cybercorpse 14, because this issue has been almost single-handedly set and whipped into templates by the Gentle Giant of Bulgarian-American letters, Plamen Arnoudov. Plamen is a poet and musician of incalculable potency and a great dancer (we saw him waltz like Fred Astaire), but for our purposes he’s also a demonically focused worker.

And what is a new Corpse without a deep bow to our webmistress, Andrea Garland?

And now for a commercial:

A humiliated waiter is about to hang himself in a dark forest because he’s been accused of stealing a gold spoon. When he reaches up for a sturdy branch he feels a foot dangling over his head. Somebody has already hung himself there. Just in time, his accusers reach him to ask his forgiveness. The spoon was found, twisted in the sink. This is just one of the things that happen to the hapless waiter who gets to experience, among other things, a Nazi eugenics experiment, communism and a great variety of sexual adventures. If you’ve never read Bohumil Hrabal’s great novel, “I Served the King of England,” do so pronto.

We have many other book recommendations, but decided to review one-hundred and fifty books in our next issue instead. Look for a cornucopia of intelligence, venom, and gold in Number 13 – just in time for Christmas.