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The Catalyst Literary Supplement

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Title:
The Catalyst Literary Supplement
Alternate Title:
The Catalyst Literary Supplement (Vol. 3, No. 1)
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Newspaper
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New College of Florida
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New College of Florida
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Sarasota, Fla.
Creation Date:
November 21, 1968

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Four page issue of the student produced Literary Supplement, edited by William Hedrington.
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'lk O\'fa1\jS'f Literary Supplement Vol. 3 No.1 E dited byWilliam Hedrington Nov 21, 1968 Silversplotched Virtue Concerned neither with destroying the legacy of virtuous Calderwell girls which had been preserved since 1866 when Virginia Stanfield was bom and which remained Stanfield until Miles and Morgan Stanfield left no male descendants while their sister who had lmr4 ried Henry Claderwell bore two girls, the first of the Calderwell girls even though Henry was not their father, and three boys, nor with tarnishing the virtue of Anne Calderwell in particular who was the eldest of this S!;eneration's Calderwell daughters and therefore the most responsible, he was nevertheless pushed to pursue those goals by his \Dlcle who was a Jacbmith and who told Ben that he too was a Jacbmith, in name and blood. His uncle who was already pexverse but who besides that had been sold by Jed Calderwell two half-dead pigs for the price of two live ones and who .had seen with his own eyes a bear shot on Calderwell land out of season that his own dogs had run, told him in as many words that he would give him five thousand cash if Anne Calderwell were to become pregnant withJacksmith blood without becoming a Jacksmith, destroying what Calderwell menlived for first, money was second, the legacy. So when Ben Jacksmith went to call he was driving his uncle's car with a bottle of his \Dlcle's bourbon whiskey and two paper cups under the front seat and he was wearing a striped suit bought with his uncle's money, not part of the five cash, with a list written by his uncle in the handkerchief pocket telling him where to go and when to do it and h.ow. Calderwell invited him in and offered him a drink of bourbon whiskey and he uid yes but Mrs. Calderwell came in and said he shouldn't drink if he was going to drive should he Jed? but Jed said one wouldn't hurt and then Anne Calderwell came down the stairs. Damn Uncle Jimmy all to hell, this im't going to be easy, he muttered to himself. He took her outside and put her in the car pausing around back to spit the taste of her sight out of his mouth. he knew she was going to be ugly but now he was close to her and would inevitably be closer and the thought repulsed him, it made him taste each red pimple and each roll of fat \Dlder her chin, made him want to gag at the sight of her. But he went through with it. He drove into town and they saw the m:>vie they danced and drank inthe Blue Lake Lounge, to his Uncle Jimmy's cow pasture where they drank the bottle and he said, "I only did that because my Uncle Jimmy's paid me five thousand, Jesus Christ you're ugly" but she was drunk_too and couldn't hear, she only moaned and pulled her skirt down and he was so sick when he drove away that he missed the sight of his Uncle Jimmy running after the car with his pants half down. II "Wereyouroughwithher?"his uncle asked at lunch the next day. "She wanted me to" he said. "She wanted me to I k II do everything but I got it over qwc "She better get pregnant. 11 "She's got my blood in her," he said. "Can't tell if it took. Don't care either. 11 "Either way I expect I'll be getting a visit from Jed Calderwell. She'll say something rure. 11 "She liked i t though," Ben said. "She liked the whiskey too. 11 "I didn't think she'd do so easy, 11 Uncle Jimmy said. "Was she good?" ''She's ugly as sin, Ben said. "Finish your lunch," Uncle Jimmy said. "I'm expecting a visitor. He was sitting in the sun near the barn watching his cows in the pasture and drinking old-fashioneds when Jed Calderwell came. "Your Ben's knocked up my Anne, "he said and Ben's Uncle Jimmy said are you sure she's pregnant? and he leaned back m hes chair looking too relaxed and Jed Calderwell knew right then what had happened and why so he JUst said they're getting married Saturday. He said to make sure Ben's there because if he isn't heill find out what'llhappenandthenhesaid don't feel bad, you're not losing a nephew, you're gainin$!: a niece so don't feel bad his Uncle Jimmy knew he knew so he said I don't any more pigs but Jed refused to be insulted. "Saturday at one o'clock, '' he said. "You know what church. .. & Blooded Apomixis "I'm not going to. marry her, Ben said later. "That's final. "I didn't say you had to marry her," his uncle said slowly. "I ,ust said you got to show up at the church. If you don't the Calderwell boys are apt to shoot you and me both. "But if I go and don't say the vows they'll shoot me just the same. "Maybe Anne Calderwell won't show," his uncle said with a grin. "What're you gonna do?" Ben asked, half-closing his eyes. "Never mind, his uncle said. "You just do what I tell you." That afternoon his Uncle Jimmy wrote a letter and Ben copied it over in his own hand and signed it and they went to Liz's place in town and his uncle took a picture of him and Jo. Ben enJoyed it. --' .. .. III When no Calderwells showed at the church Ben shook Uncle Jimmy's hand; "Your palm's wet, Un cle Jimmy said and Ben said the only part of him that wasn't wet was his throat, and they went to the Blue Lake Lounge to celebrate and to watch the baseball game but then they decided t? do special instead and they couldn't th1nk of anythmg special except to go to Liz's place but that wasn't too special and besides it was too hot so they went home and found t'he pigs dead in the driveway. Uncle Jimmy said, "My pigs, goddam, they were lying on the gravel shot through the stomach, their blood soaked between the pebbles, hardened, and blood smell floated quiescently above their bodies, thickening the air, and the air thickened the blood on their wounds. So Uncle Jimmy looked down at the caked blood, at the dead useless pigs that had never been more than half-alive and he said once more. "Cod dam, a protest against their hot swollen heads baking in the sun (Continued on Page 4) Photograph by Robert Swartz

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Ogunquit On the Maine-masted shore Of lobster snares and white-paint sloops, Slow sea tentacles Strangle each brown rock. The gulls, floating and falling, Mourn the seaweed and ocean cotpses Shell, feeler, and soft body. And a blue, brittle-shelled sky Now closes slowly to the vague, muscular pulse Of a pale, watery moon. --AIMEE FISHER Grandn1other We have forgotten. Once you held a cricket in your hands and embroidered your love into pillows. We have forgotten. You sway fragile before us, groping of sightless fish wounded in caves of sunlight. No one remembers your body, arched in a scythe of stars. Your eyes are vague of light, whispers of lavender tremble of moss. No one feels the ribbons of your veins, bright in wind and murmuring. Your mouth is feeble, sta1ned with rushes, mutter of frogs. No one hears the shatter of moonlight when you smile. Once you wore your love for a locket and wove lace into his dreams. We have forgotten. --MARY TRIMBLE Photograph by David Ross 7'1l'' ;fZ}f,:. 'J' I ; / ..' '/: ...... ; I. I f i I l ;I # I ...... .. j Print by Diana Von Reutter Sell-out Colossus of Rhodes: destroyed by earthquake, 224 B. C. Realized: only recently. Insurance came but once a year, Just eighty bucks to be secure. An apple a day kept the doctor away, And you were mine, v'u were mine. Turning on a human dream, Dreaming fed on milk and cream, I acted out a perfect scheme: (Though there were scars) (Though there were wars) I touched the stars! II Touched the stars ... Ah, it was I and Dylan Thomas Stllmbling down the rivers of the windfall light, Sopping our shoes and socks, And stopping half-way down to take a leak. Quoth the raven, "Nevertheless. Quoth the raven, "Neverland. I'm Peter Panned. We've both been canned. And she's mine, she's still mine, Spread on bread. III Yet, unexpected, perhaps unavoidable, THE SELLOUT (in which our hero purchases the only freedom from a travelling Jewish Britannica salesman at a very Reasonable price): Boasting two gold stars On a perfect spelling paper, Chrome-plated, brand name Tin Man of Oz, Seventh wanderer of the modem world, King of the Rhodes. DAVID ADAMS

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Flare The compressed breath b und in a tank of oxygen into his fac.e God's Word Flare! then nothing seemg there. B t oh bow his face took tt, all that light, his eyes used up at once, his features to scra-p, d all of it an mstant Glona. under the knives. and eyes. he lay, lost and found in the hght m hts face, while they. picked out many btts, left many Few of the attendents thought it was Even as, in JOY, he tn?d to smlle, they knew what exploSion what really happened that he m1ght not see: an abrupt, but small, yet permanent, increase in entropy. --WILLIAM HEDRINGTON Poen1l There is -beyond eternity -A small shack Deep in the dark woods of time. A gnarled gnome sits In his dusty, shadowed porch At the foot of a path Which winds slowly, silently To a v..aterfall Which gashes out of a black cliff---Roars and thunders to a turbulent mile wide lake---The source of the Styx. A gnarled gnome hobbles often U p a winding path to catch fish. --JEFF HERROD Hymn The Day of t)_le Sun closes behind doors; Faces chasubled. with frowning jowls Nod ritual greetings. The openness Inside remembering: Here howls Of mothers and children, crushed upon floors, Were left hanging in the morning night. I touch myself with grief, having felt The cold sweetness of anointing before. Here, in these woods, is no laughter dealt From lip to lip in mythy rite. The warmth is not mine, nor yours. The figure whispers over wine the child pours. And I cannot touch the sun, breathing outdoors. II HeaJs bob and slide, awkward as morning, Reminiscent of some tremulous obscene dance, Never touching until the files group by piece. The day's duties forget the chance That some, neglected, might be saved, and sing. The flatness of the ikons shudders the scene Into angles; Words play off dull faces In echoes the coughs cannot snuff out. The sinner's pride, blatant to Two, erases Itself by rubbery beads, strung lean. There is no sun here, I know. I caught a gasping glimpse at the snowWhite hands of the priest, gesturing no. III The Body of Christ! it speaks, and from its hands Jewels shine, polished with blood. A paten my soul I whisper it is. The Death of Man dies wearily, and falls, stained, from its erection. Dull splinters are kicked by the dust. The Words of Men! You have become that which you signed before. Now we sit (the sun outside) and permit your magic to work. --PAUl. ADOMITES Drawing by Ivan Saxby Photograph b y D avid Ross

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I r I I ....... '---.,J ''! l'', The Hippie as Pragmatist: Vignettes Revolution is .. a revolving cycle. Norman 0. Brown The aim of great literature seems to be to create a closed universe or a perfect type. The West, in its great creative wori

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