Send 'em to Marcia Arrieta c/o p.o. box 40101, Pasadena, CA 91114.
What the heck is Indefinite Space? Each issue, thirteen of them over the last ten years or so, definitively answers that question. I've often thought of this magazine in relation to Lost & Found Times. Both magazines are similar in size (5 1/2 x 8 1/2) and length (30 some pages), yet they take a different track between the covers. L&FT bulges with work, every square inch plastered with meta-psychotic poems and prose; Indefinite Space offers its poems and prose with a healthy helping of white space, each page devoted to one work (or the continuation of a longer work). Where L&FT rushes over and/or through me, a/ primal s/urge/s, Indefinite Space slows, soothes, settles. Here's Josep Carles Lainez' "Identity:"
I read twice
a book on celebrations.
It's hard to find words
with the twinkle of some
inner meaning.
I wrote twice
bushes, twigs,
stream, turtledove
and homeland.
But I didn't find
any letter
to write down
language.
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