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Christine Neilson
Christine Neilson is a photojournalist/educator whose work has appeared in national publications for over three decades. She holds a BA with Honors in English Literature/Creative Writing from the University of California at Santa Cruz and a MA from McGregor College, Antioch University, Yellow Springs, Ohio. She resides on California's Central Coast.
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Vivace - Christine Neilson
V i V A C E 2
Art, Photography and Writings
Selected and Edited
by Christine Neilson
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First published by AuthorHouse 11/12/2010
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For Marjorie Simon
FOREWORD
First a disclaimer: I am not a regular writer of Forewords. Truth be told, this is my very first. I was flattered and proud when ViVACE’s founder and managing editor, Christine Neilson, asked me to write this one for the literary journal’s second issue. I was humbled, too, when she gently chided me in an email for misspelling my assignment as a forward.
That sent me, straightaway, to Google and thence to the Online Free Dictionary. There I learned that the noun foreword
is a literal translation of the German Vorwort a preface or an introductory note, as for a book, especially by a person other than the author.
Fine, except: ViVACE is a literary journal and, truth be told, I am one of its authors.
Perhaps author
is a trifle strong; I am listed as a contributor,
one of a score of prose writer, poets, photographers, cartoonists and artists of other stripes whose work appears in this issue. I am humbled to be among that number, for most of them have been widely and often published and some have international reputations. The little blurb after my name says that I am working on a memoir, Lost in the Greatest Generation.
Editor Neilson is far too kind. I have written a baker’s dozen pieces like My Grandfather, the Jewfisherman
that have enjoyed indifferent success.
One, sold as a short story, won a sister-kissing honorable mention in a contest, but no reward. A second, sold as memoir, was published in the defunct Sunday magazine of the Los Angeles Times. Readers used to be able to read that one on the web, but it has disappeared. A third, a true story embellished beyond recognition, was it the slush pile at Golf Journal when the editor wrote that the magazine was, unfortunately, folding. And so goes life in the literary game…
Nowadays, I play a lot of computer Solitaire and write lesser, but perhaps widely read articles. One of these, I Found a Perfect Sweater,
appears with four stars in an advertisement for a bargain cotton-cashmere cardigan in the online catalog of Maine’s redoubtable L.L.Bean. This piece is anonymous, but I am self-described therein as an elderly gentleman who takes occasional walks and golf from a cart.
Another piece of recent vintage does carry my byline. It is an Amazon reader’s review of Yellow Dirt: An American Story of a Poisoned Land and a People Betrayed
. The author, investigative journalist Judy Pasternak, is a friend from my days as a writing coach. But enough about me; you’re here to read ViVACE.
If you’re like me, you’ll begin at the first page and read and relish every word, linger long over the photographs and illustrations, and be refreshed by the insights and imagination of the fascinating friends that have gathered in Christine Neilson’s solon.
Take my word for it: You’re always welcome at ViVACE.
-Jim Hayes
Contents
DEDICATION
FOREWORD
EDITOR’S NOTE
IN MEMORIAM
QUIRKY VIGNETTES & PHOTOS
I. ASCENSION
Lying Now in the New Grass
The Basket
Records
My father
For Mothers with Children at the Mall
Cradled by ignorance
The FoxPath
Her Story
Chiswick Evening
horses in new york city.
When the psychic dust settles
I had a Dream Last Night
Big Up to Dubstep
II. SNIPPETS
It’s Never Too Late
My Grandpa, The Jewfisherman
Leftovers
My Brother
One Condition
Doctors can be Pills
The Sick Room
Goodbye!
III. DESIGNATED ROUTE
AFRICA
CHINA Then and Now: Beijing
Shanghai
STATESIDE
Dreamscapes
CONTRIBUTORS
SUBMISSION DIRECTIVES
EDITOR’S NOTE
I am a self-proclaimed villager. Daily I mingle and consort with strangers in coffee houses, thrift shops, store aisles, on curb sides, sandy beaches and an occasional writers group gathering. The outcome of these trivial moments are serendipitous meetings with accomplished, novice and venerable artists, writers and poets. Thus, ViVACE’s content accumulates and culminates into an eceletic selection of poetry, personal narratives, short stories, travel commentaries that are juxapositioned with art and photography.
But as this edition’s deadline drew to a close, a monumental event occurred. Poet/artist/actor/playwright and publisher George Hitchcock, passed away at the age of 96. Hitchcock was a friend of three decades and my undergraduate academic advisor at the University of California at Santa Cruz. As news spread of his passing, incoming emails bloomed with shared photographs and memories from former students, colleagues and friends. Thus, a ViVACE tribute came to fruition with the enthusiastic support of Marjorie Simon, George’s partner for over 30 years. This memoriam reflects the witty, irreverant character we all admired, so I put on my beret, tilted it to the side, and started villaging over cyberspace and landlines requesting quirky vignettes. This venture took me down a stream of discovery about how George Hitchcock snared fledgling writers into his kayak net. It was Hitchcock’s catch and release technique that set adrift into villages throughout the literary world infamous writers such as Margaret Atwood, Ray Carver, Philp Levine, W. S. Merwin and many more.
This special edition of ViVACE was made possible through the generosity of our sponsors: Rand Careaga, George Fuller, Dale and Deanna Haack, Charles Haas, Sally Lemee, Glenna Luschei, Robert McDowell, Candy Moffet, Hannelore Royston, Ray Simpson, Liz Hughes Wiley and our subscribers.
IN MEMORIAM
jpg 1 Geo w press.jpgGeorge Hitchcock, shown in 1973 in his Santa Cruz print shop, started kayak
in 1964. Hitchcock was a former actor who performed poetry with theatrical gusto and, unlike many poets, was most willing to share the spotlight.
-Photo by Jim Hair
jpg 2 Geo & friends.jpgGeorge Hitchcock (seated far right) taught creative writing at the University of California at Santa Cruz from 1970 to 1989. He created the Hitchcock Poetry Fund at UCSC’s Porter College.
-Photographer unknown
QUIRKY VIGNETTES & PHOTOS
jpeg 3 Geo & Judy.jpgJudy Risity and George Hitchcock
Laura Beausoleil
In 1969, Beau Beausoleil and I came to San Francisco to be where poetry was happening. We brought with us $100, two suitcases, sturdy shoes to walk the city’s hills, and a burning itch to read, hear, and write poetry. We also carried a riffled copy of kayak. Beau had discovered surrealism in its pages and liked it. I would soon like it too, discovering for the first time strange and wonderful ways to use language.
We found an apartment to house our suitcases and soon set out like pilgrims to visit George Hitchcock, kayak’s editor. Beau wanted to be published in kayak in the worst way. With our new shoes, but no map, we walked twenty-eight blocks from Haight Street up Laguna Street, hill and hill, until we found the house.
This first