guys, this is a raid. Nobody move. We know you’re hidin’ somethin’.
The dime was dropped on you late yesterday. You read me? None of us
are leavin’ till you cough up the stuff. If not, it’s goin’ to
be a long and sleepless night, so you all better line up for the
pat-down right now. And any joker — this means you too, sweetheart
— anyone tryin’ to have it away on their toes, takes an immediate
To escape the
mean streets metaphor for a minute and put it another way: this is the
last call for contributions to Bikwil’s Wagner issue in
November. Those readers who have already committed their involvement
but have forgotten their heart-warming pledge are hereby invited again
to submit their offerings to this dazzling undertaking without delay.
After all, who’d
want to be left out of such a spectacular accumulation of eloquent
prose? (“What did you do in the Bikwil Wagner issue,
Would that I
could also include some priceless original artwork! Well, there’s
still time to wield the charcoal on the Wagner theme, and that’s why
my perennial plaintive plea for visual virtuosity is heard once more
in the land.