April 2002
Volume 8 Number 3
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The Fine Art of Commercialization by Ian Pedigo
When an artist's work symbolizes of a desirable image or place in life, its potential as a product increases as its appeal meets the interests of the viewer.

Math of the Day After poetry by Stazja McFadyen

No Contest poetry by Albert Huffstickler

Notes from the Woodshed by Paul Klemperer
As South by Southwest wraps up another year, I feel like I should say a few pithy bon mots, but what hasn't been said already? It's about music. It's about money.

Publishing for Dummies: a Guide for Superheroes by Sara Reiss
I have come from the school of thought that publishing a book is not an easy task. It's not something that you just announce that you are going to do; but that's Geoff. He went out to Barnes and Noble to look for books on how to publish and returned with only one guide: Getting Your Book Published for Dummies.

Section Eight by Daniel Davis Clayton
Upon a whim, I petri-dished twenty-five samples in ample enough time to hold true to the placebo. Deemed scientific heroes, we dreamed of Nobel pieces and daily press releases.

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The Subcontinental:
A Journal of South Asian American Political Identity
by Joseph McElrath
While there are a host of other publications that serve the South Asian American community, most of them provide news or information without analysis. A new journal will publish its first issue this fall, [and] provide a unique forum for the community to express the many facets of its political identity.

Up All Night by Harold McMillan
There is this public body appointed to commission some permanent artwork for the new Latino cultural history museum. The panel puts out a call for submissions, collects the materials, judges the entries and selects three artists for the project. All hell breaks loose.

Verities by Scott Wiggerman
Before I was a poet, I was a gardener. Most seasons, I ended up with more tomatoes, peppers, onions and, of course, zucchini than I knew what to do with. Luckily, I was also a cook who relished homemade sauces.

The Writers' League of Texas by Evan Johnson
Why does Texas need a writers' league? Do isolated, underpaid writer-types really need a statewide support group? Can such a group really help you finish that dusty old masterpiece sitting in the corner or under the desk?


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