#6: Winter
An old joke goes: How many Surrealists does it take to change a light bulb? And the punchline is: fish. The kind of joke that registers half a grin, at best, but I remember it well because it struck me when I first heard it how the out-of-context-fish had somehow become the quintessential symbol for Surrealism. More recently, the melting clock has gained ground as an icon for Surrealism, but the fish will always have its place because of Andre Breton’s Soluble Fish, if not for how often it has shown up in Surrealist paintings. In Harbor Review’s sixth issue, our winter issue that marks the end of 2020, two of the poems specifically mention fish and two works of art depict bodies of water (which made me think of fish), another work of art is in the Surrealist mode, and several other works of both poetry and art have Surrealist elements. As I have studied this issue, these elements keep jumping out at me, reminding me of Gertrude Stein’s “Single Fish,” Frank O’Hara’s “Why I Am Not A Painter,” and René Magritte’s “La Trahison des Images (The Treason of Images).”
French intellectual Julien Benda wrote La Trahison des Clercs in 1927, a work, apropos to 2020, about the treason of the intelligentsia against their own intelligence. Magritte’s famous pipe first made its appearance in 1929, ostensibly about the treason of an image against itself. Surreal and Treason have come to mind often this past year as the world has transformed into a canvas of images that fly in the face of expectation, that betray our trust; as events have unfolded erratically, unexpectedly, fishily. Harbor Review’s sixth issue appeals continuously to these ideas, as a surreal reflection of the year we’ve had. Everything here has an element of the surreal or the imaginary-treasonous. We can, “sip your quiet elements from a jar” as Jordan Escobar puts it in his poem, “Hypodermic September,” or stare into the iridescent depths of Jocelyn Ulevicus’ “The Mooring,” and come away with a sense of the surreal. We can wonder at the depth of passion conveyed by so few lines in Maurice Moore’s “First Kiss,” “or some / chaotic chimera involving / all three—a beautiful toy” (Rachel Stempel, “Aquaria”).
Gregory Stapp
Editor-in-Chief
January 2021