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.