More New Magazines

If new magazines may be assumed to indicate a certain

vitality in the art they represent, modern poetry may be

congratulated; for its voices are speaking everywhere, in

organs from leaflet to folio size. Some of these organs

are for poets only, but most of them admit him with

writers of tales, critics, sometimes limners and composers.

Here is The Beacon, published in Oxford, England, by

B. H. Blackwell, who has given so many young English

poets their first appearance in small volumes beautifully

made. The Beacon "aims to deal broadly and construc-

tively with three essential and inseparable things-Educa-

tion, Religion and Art." The first number, introduced by

a poem by Tagore, and 4 Credo for a New Era by Stephen

Graham, contains interesting articles and drawings, but

little in our special province.

Broom, our international Roman contemporary which

is now in its fifth number, has lost Alfred Kreymborg

from its staff. Harold A. Loeb now conducts it in Rome,

and Lola Ridge has recently become its American editor,

her office being at 3 East Ninth Street, New York.

Another international monthly began in Barcelona,

Spain, last February. Prisma proclaims itself "una

revista internacional de poesia,' and enriches its first

number with Opffer's portrait of Carl Sandburg, an article

on the latter by Louis Butcher Lee, and translations of

Cool Tombs. Indeed, Spain has been sending us a number

of magazines of late. Two from Madrid are La Pluma,

now in its third year, and the first three numbers of

Indice (Revista Mensual).

And another impending international is Secession,

which, "instigated at Paris, opens fire this spring at

Vienna, will march on Berlin, and eventually establish

itself in New York. . . . It will, in its early numbers,

expose the private correspondence, hidden sins, and

secret history of its American contemporaries-The Dial,

Little Review, Broom, PoETRY, etc."

From the far antipodes comes The Australian Poetry

Annual of 1922, published by the Melbourne Literary

Club, and presenting poems sometimes creditable, but

not yet exciting or suggestive of the locale.

Youth, the Chicago monthly which we welcomed last

autumn, must have been beloved of the gods, as it died

with a promptness befitting its title. To The Wave, also

published by Steen Hinrichson, we may wish a longer

and more prosperous life. Its editor is Vincent Starrett,

and it contains poems and prose by a number of our

friends; also, in the second number, a group of beautiful

wood-cuts by Birger Sandzen.

The Reviewer, of Richmond, Virginia, now in its second

volume, is discovering some interesting material in the

South. We quoted last month one of Mrs. Peterkin's bits

of Negro folk-lore.

From here and there come tiny leaflets of local verse

-for instance, The Bard, from Dallas, Texas; and The

Poet's Scroll from Sherwood, Oklahoma. No strong

evidence of genius in these, but they represent each a

group and an aspiration.

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