~Meniscus Archives~

Summer 2004
Issue #4

May - August 2004

Visual Art and Spiritual Evolution
Andy Gmür
Biological evolution has advanced to the point that a 'spiritual evolution' is taking place. This natural process is happening, no matter if we are aware of it or not.

The Dehydration Epidemic
Jaime Larese
Our first step to improving a myriad of health problems is understanding dehydration and how much water we need to be drinking daily to maintain our fragile health.

What's Endangering Our Earth?
Jeff Hernandez
The everyday items that are meant to facilitate our lives, in fact may be harming us more than we bargained for. Organic chemicals are extremely cheap to produce and are very effective in their job functions.

Looking Forward to Clean Energy
Jon Heinrich
Fortunately, solutions exist and if we are able to raise awareness and convince our policy makers to consider it a priority, we can all look forward to a bright, energy-rich future instead of one marked by environmental, political, and social disaster.
Aaron Ades
You don't need to save for a rainy day if you create a system that is in harmony with the needs of the human animal. Create what you need and eliminate the reliance on things you cannot create.
Ten Things You Can Do to Help Your Earth
Chrystie Hopkins
Whether you live in New York City or Big Fork, Montana, everyday decisions that you make can impact the environment. The revolution starts at home. Here are ten things that you can do to help save YOUR world.
Derek Gumuchian
We are all one. In this article we explore the idea of the Earth as an entire entitiy and as our mother.
The Fabulous Sylvan Sisters
Dan Berthiaume
An hour later, Donna was lazily reclining in the passenger seat of Melinda's cherry red Volkswagen New Beetle, consuming a brunch consisting of a can of Diet Pepsi and a low-tar cigarette...
è bella Designs in Peru
Michael Weintrob
Photographer Michael Weintrob travels to Peru with è bella Designs, to capture how è bella has helped to revive the art of weaving and the Peruvuian economy.
Rough Around the Edges
Jonathan Alsop

Technically, first thing in the morning is the very best time to taste wine since your palate is fresh and unviolated. But I don't do it: the sight of daddy in his bathrobe on a Sunday morning slogging down a half-dozen bottles of wine could stay with a child.

Show Review:
Pete Pidgeon & Arcoda—Six Years of friends, funk and crack horns.
Jon Heinrich
Pete Pidgeon & Arcoda celebrate six years as a band by playing at Boston's Harpers Ferry. Opening up for Arcoda was Color and Talea and Caveman. 4/4/04.

CD Reviews:

Empty Food
Kerry Rumore
Fish Pond &
The Little Prince Discovers a Rose
Katie Molnar

Selections by Brian Gagné:

  • [It Fails to Pass]
  • Fever/Lever
  • Grief
  • Smallness annihilated in the scope of puzzlement
  • Untitled A

Spring Issue Launch
Club Europa,
Feb. 19, 2004

State of the Art,
Oct. 23, 2003

Portland, Maine
Aug. 30, 2003

Premier Launch,
Zeitgeist Gallery,
Aug. 14, 2003


Enjoy your senses
in the Meniscus
Prose Lounge


Selections by Brian Gagné

[It fails to pass.]
I close my eyes
and it fails to pass.

I hoist stone
To move the world forward.
My mind is propelled
Through parallel streams of thought,
actions, stressors.
Still it fails to pass.

I’m sagging.
Leaden weights dangle from my ears.
Sweater of briarcloth, shoes too small for swollen feet.
The carriage that carries me and my brethren
careens wildly, out of control.

And our rooms are too hot.
The puddles of sweat consume us.
We cannot drink it
to curb this heat.

And all the while, with
this horror show, this train
easily sidestepped;
it fails to pass.

Callous in my eye.
Lever-bounce my snakeskin,
up and through the rafters.

Choices made in limbo.
The other side rides high and mighty,
us lovers nap in canyons.

There are vessels for the grieving.
“Grace” gets etched in your back.
Eyes are murky, hurt and unclear.
Samples of happiness float on the wind.

Smallness annihilated in the scope of puzzlement.
Mitigated heresy, there’s nothing to judge.

Does form beget function?
Do humans languish?

If this was all one could say,
References to pain and silver wrap around to entrap.

Untitled A
Searching eastward to the heights of the dome,
My hair is chilled to the root.
Felt hat is a dream of cold past.
Fish are piled to the roof.

Love infects men like scurvy,
a sour taste to pull loose.
Its timbre is the trumpet of anarchy
and eyes get left for the crows.

A sailor died in the crow’s nest,
while his boat was in port.
Rich as heaven with noone to go home to.
He tasted sacramental death.

Brian Gagné



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