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November-December 2015 |Volume 11 Number 6


Experimental Photography:

Experiencing a State of Mind

Photographer Cynthia Karalla

“The negative is my beginning…




Getting Real with

Anthony Brunelli

“I have always striven for technical ability with

emotion. I, personally, want my work to convey joy.”



Photographer Interview

Zanele Muholi

“…in Muholi’s hands there

is a determination to show

the whole picture.”

Featured Posts

On Location/France



In the Name of Love

Interview with Anne Barlinchkoff

Often barefooted, Anne Barlinckoff’s models remain elegant, soft charming queens without an edge of showing off. Unbeknownst to herself, the artist captures them with a rare sensibility and magnetism…


Casual Observer


2998679396_bd25d86567_Ten-CommandmentsDon’t Do This (and That)

The Bible Tells Us So …

by Mark Levy

We all know and some of us follow, more or less, the . But did you know the Old Testament actually includes 613 commandments?


Creative Nonfiction

Navajo country - summer 2000 - Patrick Nouhailler ©

Sailing Past Shiprock

by Laurie King-Billman

This part of 666 creeps me out,” Martha said. We were nearing the border between Ute and Navajo country, Colorado and New Mexico. No cars, homes, gas stations, or signs broke the lines of Sagebrush and Chico covered sand that hugged the highway. We had passed Gallup thirty miles back, and would go another…




The Art of Dreaming

by Fred Skolnik

When it comes to dreams, I am a Freudian. Ten thousand hours of “scientific” experiments on sleeping volunteers to tell us in which part of the night we dream most intensely is…


Editor's Note

If we were doing a late night telecast, we’d probably open by saying, “We’ve got a great show for you….” Well, depending on what time of day or night you’re reading this, it’s true, “We do have a great show for you,” and it includes all the usual building blocks that have kept Ragazine alive and well until now: Poetry, photography, art, interviews, music, fiction, commentary, individual columns that each reflect the personal bent of the author, and more.

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Most Recent Posts

Andrew Morris/Poetry

Andrew Morris lives in the Catskill Mountains of New York State where he teaches high school English and history. His work has appeared in Redivider, Ruminate Magazine, Otis Nebula, and is forthcoming in Rufous City Review. He’s also a member of the Poetry Workshop at Bright Hill Press in Treadwell, NY.

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EuroSound Reviews/Fred Roberts

This set of reviews highlights some European releases of the last months. Maia Vidal is back with her long-awaited third album You’re the Waves. Schnipo Schranke celebrate their triumphant debut with Satt, following months of viral airplay of Pisse (Piss). Sündenrausch debut with a sizzling set of songs focusing on lust: Sündstoff. Last but not least, the Eurnovision compilation delivers a knockout punch to its mainstream counterpart.

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Anthony Brunelli/Artist Interview

When I was in tenth grade, my high school art teacher, Dave Menichiello took our class on a trip to NYC. We went to some galleries and when I walked into Pace Gallery, in SoHo at the time, I was overwhelmed by nine-foot portrait paintings by the artist Chuck Close. They looked like large black and white photographs. When I got up close to them, I saw that he did them all with his thumbprint and stamp pad ink. It blew me away.

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Treasures of Thomas Merton/Staff Report

What Smelcer discovered was the most significant “treasure trove” of Mertonalia in history. While numerous archives hold letters, notes, book drafts, etc., almost nothing personal of Merton’s was known to exist. Merton was, after all, a Trappist monk, and therefore poor of earthly possessions by choice. The trove included all the clothing Merton is wearing in photographs from the last years of his life: photos of him in his white monk’s habit and black hooded cowl; photos of him in his iconic denim jacket, jeans, and sailor cap. Everything. The collection included such sacred objects as his rosary and his personal Psalter (Latin hymn book for Gregorian chant). It also included notes, photos, letters, and audiotapes of him talking.

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Bill Dixon/From the Edge

Everyone develops a system of rationalizing their more aberrant behavioral issues, I suppose, and I have developed mine. I don’t watch much television. (Here comes the rationalization)….In Maine, I don’t have any means of doing so: no cable, no antenna, and absolutely no interest in turning on the tube even if I had the means to do so. Accordingly, for nearly six months out of the year, I don’t watch any TV at all − as in none!

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Zanele Muholi/Photographer Interview

It’s time that we see ourselves positively and also in a manner that makes us feel whole and safe and sensible. Those voices connect and keep you going because you know that you are not alone. Before being lovers we come from families. We are born by men and women and I think that these are the documents that are lacking in the mainstream archive right now. Let us bring these voices and visuals to the fore. Bring them forward into the gallery spaces. We can’t limit it to our spaces and say this is only a LGBTI group. I don’t want to be projected in a limited space. I want to mainstream our issues so people understand and have some education around LGBTI people from home and beyond. I want to be remembered as a human being before my sexuality is fed into me. I want my work and the work featuring those that I respect, to be recognized beyond just naming.

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Cynthia Karalla / Photographer

Case in point, after 6 years of photographing the same tree in the park, it was only recently that she got something she could actually embrace. It wasn’t the tree that changed, but it was everything around it (including her) that finally let her see and represent the tree in its proper relation to its surroundings.

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Galanty Miller/Re-Tweets

AAA AAA Bright Lights in a Dark Universe AAA and other passing thoughts AAA     If I could have dinner with any three people, living or dead, I’d prefer to do it living./ I try to take a lot of wind & solar naps because I support alternative forms of sluggishness./ Women think ‘vulnerability’ is sexy, so when I meet women at parties, I always cry./ I hate fuzzy fruit. But I’ll fight for your right to eat it because I believe in the freedom of peach./ Deep down, I think that serial killer with the tiny little person living in his stomach controlling his every move is a good person./ On this one controversial issue, I and my alternate universe anti-clone will just have to disagree to agree./ Murphy’s Sharia Law: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong; plus, women aren’t allowed to drive./ I found a million-dollar Picasso painting at my neighbor’s garage sale! (It’s not a surprise, though, since my neighbor is Picasso.)/ I might be drunk, but you’re ugly. And tomorrow I’ll be sober − but you’ll still be stupid./ The best time to shoot someone is right after they die. That way you won’t be arrested for murder./ The best things in life are free. The worst things in life are seven bucks. (That’s how much it costs to download Kesha’s new album.)/ I only eat meat if the animals are slaughtered willingly./ I’m okay with police brutality as long as they’re just doing it to each other.   I go to inner cities and speak to street gang members about the importance of... read more

Karen Fayeth/Fiction

  The Seal     by Karen Fayeth     Amid the noise of family chatter around the dinner table, Sakari ate quietly and took small bites while her little brother, Nattiq, scooped mounds of fermented fish into his face. “Slow down,” she quietly admonished. He shrugged in return, continuing on pace. At seven he was growing quickly and always hungry. Nine-year-old Sakari grew tall but had more modest appetites. Each child lived up to his or her name, chosen by their mother well before their births. Sakari was just as sweet as her name implied, and Nattiq was as curious and gregarious as the seal so sacred to Inuit life. As they ate, both children heard the conversation at the dinner table. Three generations of family talked of boring adult things like money and weather. The winter had been difficult, and as the earth moved into very long days, it was time and tradition for the men to hunt. Food reserves were growing low and the adults were worried. Their murmured worries were absorbed into the impressionable Sakari and rolled off Nattiq like droplets of water from a seal’s back. As the grownups talked, they made plans, threw around ideas, and said small wishes for success in their hunt. “It’s hard to know if Nootaikok will smile upon us this year. We hope he gives us grace,” said Aanak, Sakari’s grandmother. She was the most superstitious of the family and steadfast in her traditional beliefs. At the mention of Nootaikok, Nattiq’s ears perked up and he smiled. “What are you smiling at, little boy?” Aata asked sharply, thinking his... read more

On Location/France

© ANNE BARLINCHKOFF Images , used with permission In the Name of Love   by Jean-Paul Gavard-Perrett Contributing Columnist With translations by Helene Gaillet de Neergaard     Often barefooted, Anne Barlinckoff’s models remain elegant, soft charming queens without an edge of showing off. Unbeknownst to herself, the artist captures them with a rare sensibility and magnetism. From their warm bodies emanate barely a suggestive caress at sunrise. Sometimes like a tiny shell gleaned from the sand, a space where water could not be more pure, captured in a bare hand. Anne Barlinchkoff wishes to present herself as controversial, but stands rather as a referee of reality. Only modesty and audacity are clear. And of course love, the fundamental gift of the life and creativity of this Netherlands artist.    Souvent pieds-nus, es modèles d’Anne Barlinckhoff demeurent élégants, elles sont de petites reines mais  ne le montrent pas.  Douce sans le savoir l’artiste les saisit avec une sensibilité et un magnétisme rares. De leur buisson ardent elle ne suggère que la caresse de l’aube. C’est parfois un grigri glané à fleur de sable  là où l’eau ne peut pas être plus claire et à portée de mains nues. Anne Barlinckhoff aime à se présenter comme vénéneuse mais elle reste plutôt l’arbitre du réel.  Seuls comptent la pudeur et l’audace.   Et l’amour surtout – donnée fondamentale de la vie et l’œuvre de l’artiste néerlandaise.   Anne  Barlinchkoff : « Fresh Cotton Calendar – Group Show”, Fresh Cotton HQ, Amsterdam et  “Beth and Cactus”, Libertine Gallery, Amsterdam.   Jean-Paul Gavard-Perret: What makes you get up on morning?   Anne  Barlinchkoff: Sunshine and love. And of course on a rainy... read more

Stephen Poleskie/Then and Now

UFO article on the front page of the Berkeley Gazette *** *** My UFO Sightings     By Stephen Poleskie    My previous article, about a ghost I met while I was staying in the Palazzo Massimo in Rome, received quite a number of comments. You say you read the article and only saw one item in the comment box. Yes, you are right. It is not that my friends can’t figure out the code necessary to post. Although 5 x ?  = 49 was a hard one for off the top of your head, I am sure one’s cell phone could have come up with a quick answer. No, my friends are more discreet, or else disinclined to use pseudonyms. My e-mail inbox found messages like: “A ghost! Are you out of your f ***ing mind? Next thing you know you will be telling us that you’ve seen a UFO.” Well I have seen a UFO, on at least two occasions that were well documented. Let me describe my first UFO sighting, which goes back to 1967 and relates a bit to my earlier motorcycle article. I had bought a Bultaco TSS, which was a former factory road racer, and I was excited to campaign it. Now it’s not the kind of machine one could roar around Central Park practicing with as it was strictly a racing bike, therefore not street legal. The nearest place I could practice was Lime Rock Park, a race track near Salisbury, Connecticut. My artist friend, Nick Krushenick, who had volunteered to be my mechanic, and I were on our way there in my... read more

Lyn Lifshin/Poetry

Three Poems   APRIL, PARIS     Nothing would be less shall we call it what it is, a cliché than April in Paris. But this poem got started with some thing I don’t think I could do but it reminded me of Aprils and then three magazines came with Paris on the cover. Sometimes I’m amazed at all the places I’m not, lets say Paris since actually it’s only March but in the magazines they are at outdoor cafes which must be quite chilly now. And I forgot the cigarette smoke, until I see many in the photographs are holding what I’m sure isn’t a pen. I wondered how they can always be eating, biting and licking something sweet and still have the most gorgeous bodies. I wonder too how my friend, once an actress, so maybe that’s a clue, could dress up in scanty, naughty, as she puts it clothes for her husband while I am sitting here in baggy jeans and torn sweatshirts. I’m wondering if it’s because he’s lost his job and she is trying to cheer him up. I began thinking of Paris when she described the umbrella she decorated with drops of rain, how she just wore a garter belt under it. I thought of tear shaped drops of rain I made for the Junior Prom’s April in Paris, long before I felt the wind thru my hair on Pont Neuf. It’s there in the photograph which I hope is more original than the idea of the photograph because I plan to use it on my next book. I wish I could feel... read more

David Williams/Poetry

 Two Poems   Loving Backwards   “Me me me” is what Dad says, “me is all you think about and you are selfish.” I forget what I did. Dad works hard all the time. I always say I’m sorry. Then I am sorry.   He does not have time to throw ball and run. I can’t catch or throw, and things. I don’t care. Or even want to get picked even. But everyone says, “that boy sure can run.” I am very fast.   I don’t even like to be around a whole lot of boys, so camp is out.   I’ve lived a long long time. Here, I mean. I will be fourteen and have new duties. I will have to play a horn  at school. We march now and I get mixed up. We dance in the gym. I get mixed up. We tumble and I get all mixed up. And we  have to take naked showers after.   I think if we lived in England it would be better.   I like science. That is what is really coming. I have two friends in science. This girl says we can go to college and be scientists together.   In England we would talk in English and not in Texan.   I  should be better in Home Room and Writing. My report card said I  “dawdled” in the remarks, and scared me at first. I thought it meant I touch myself. I certainly did not there anyway. And Miss Pool could not and did not or anyone else see me at home.   My sister is selfish... read more

Fred Skolnik / A Freudian Analysis

When it comes to dreams, I am a Freudian. Ten thousand hours of “scientific” experiments on sleeping volunteers to tell us in which part of the night we dream most intensely is just not good enough; and while I am not too keen on psychoanalysis as a therapeutic method (leaning in the direction of existential analysis), I am convinced that Freud described the dream process correctly…

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Jim Palombo/Politics

“… we have an education system that seems most focused on verifying its own worth, making it ‘too busy’ to be concerned with developing ongoing, civic dialogue. (Especially in these turbulent political times, this should be a top priority, at least on par with developing technological skills.)”

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