April, the subtle tear of spring.
These seasonal movements–
scored by a languid cellist
–are quaint in their sexuality.

The sun asks no simple questions,
and in its light I become a prospector
panning damage for identity.

This month T.C. Boyle sits down with me to discuss the inspiration behind Wild Child, we stream Judson Claiborne’s much anticipated second release, Time and Temperature, Thomas Matlack opines on being a good man, Randall Mann and Glenn Ashley Paterson debut and read new poems, Ruth and Max Bloomquist share their folk, Gabriel Duran makes me laugh, Alexa Meade’s brilliant and innovative installations leave me in near disbelief, and Judson Claiborne frontman Chris Salveter plays an intimate acoustic session in a Lakeview apartment, along with much more.

Sincerely,

Benjamin Evans
Executive Editor, Fogged Clarity

• John Paul Jaramillo Lena’s Trip Home

• Randall Mann Workshop
• X
• J. Delayne Ryms Blackberry Winter
• Glenn Ashley Paterson Connective Tissue
• Daniel Romo 1.21 Jigowatts
• John M. Anderson The Cellini Night
• Dawn Schout Vapors

• Jamie Baldridge Dystopia
• Alexa Meade Acrylic on Flesh
• Michael Massaia Chinatown Nights
• Afterlife

• Judson Claiborne Time and Temperature
• Chris Salveter The Fogged Clarity Sessions

• T.C. Boyle Discusses process and “Wild Child”
• Ruth and Max Bloomquist The folk duo talks and plays

• Thomas Matlack It’s Not Tiger, It’s Not Jesse, It’s YOU!
• Gabriel Duran Birth Rate

• Scott Hightower The Soliloquies of William Wenthe

The Clarity Sessions

Haunting, beautiful, and sweetly melancholic, the music of Judson Claiborne has long been a favorite of Fogged Clarity. In a very special acoustic session, founder and frontman Christopher Claiborne Salveter sits down in a Lakeview apartment to talk and play a few songs, including a rare solo rendition of the Low Skies track, It is True.

Moonraker
Oh, Cyril
Twilight Spirit
It is True

Thax Douglas

7/13/09- Schuba’s Tavern

Thinking it’s a
pillow you let
your head fall
back, but fooled
by empty
space again you
crane your
neck and realize
it’s a map-
you wonder if
you let
your head fall
far enough
if you could
live there.

The night of June 20th was a special one for the clarity. 350 people gathered for nearly 4 hours to celebrate beauty and drink good beer. Every performer brought it hard, and the evening became one of emotional intimacy. The small, acoustically capable theater played host to passionate artists who executed their respective talents with a candor that was truly special. We are doing this again: in New York, Chicago, and right back here at home. We are doing it for those who dance naked and pause at sunsets. And doing it for those who wish they could ventilate, but can never seem to work up the courage to defy their own conventions. But mostly, we will do this again because we feel it is imperative to manifest the clarity in the most raw and human way possible; A live show of the life show if you will.

Thank you so much again to our unbelievable performers: Karisa Wilson, Amy King, Samantha Farrell, Michael Tyrell and Judson Claiborne.

And a thank you to everyone who came out to support our journal.