slender elegance of this features the work of eight writers, and the art
selected blends harmoniously with the text for a fine, integrated reading
experience. Carrie Etter's lines
under the skin the muscle
around the marrow inside
the bone that yet palm to
to hip into all disheveled
itself lovely and descriptive, rests beside a drawing by Jean Demelier
that evokes precisely the same unity of body and elemental universe.
This blending feels like an underlying principle for the magazine. This issue
maintains the OASIS tradition of embracing the nontraditional. CELESTIAL RADIO,
Ian Robinson's own, puts art and poetry into an intuitive realm, a moment of
intellectual play for both sides of the brain, the capitalized words threading
through the poem like Ariadne's thread, involving the reader within the context
of the poem as Something Inexplicable Watching.
poems selected for this issue are of consistently fine quality, original and
written with the eye turned inward, illuminating depths. Sometimes, too, they
take a strong descriptive stance, as when Deborah Moffatt writes of
His frosty breath
A scent of cigarettes,
The smell of semen and spruce,
The chill of winter air biting at your naked legs
poetry here appeals to the sense of touch in the context of time, as when
Grahaeme Barrasford Young writes
Stroking stone, gneiss, mica, granite,
outcrops worn by casual touch,
worn by ritual, worn by wind,
or sliding fingers under lichen sheets
Usborne's fine drawing of Santa Giustiniano, Padua, Italy, crosses the page
from Tessa Ransford's translation of Wulf Kirsten's BLACK FRIDAY. The effect
becomes subliminally one of feeling simultaneously two aspects of Europe, the
darkened history of Germany and the solidity of spaces untouched by the
OASIS #110 also contains a welcome element of humor and light, including Ray
Seaford's playful drawings and Rupert Mallin's TWO PAVEMENT POEMS, which he
created from linking words he found on the ground, linking the sea to gravel
and grass. The journal tosses in a taste of Alan Baker, UNTHINKABLE THOUGHTS,
and the dishevelment of jingles jangling through the course of time becomes not
only background noise but also the dawning of a fresh perspective.
This slim volume ends with Young's idea of eternity, an appropriate ending when
one learns of editor Ian Robinson's recent passing. Young contracts and
When there was no before,
the universe, being an atom wide,
could be crossed in no time at all
. . .
there was neither time no place.
you and they and me could not exist
save together, a universe apart,
forevr touching, never touched.
[presumably final] issue of OASIS satisfies internal cravings for tenderness
and timeless touch.