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William Fifield

Fall 1969

Excursion

By William Fifield

The wind off the sea is in the carib trees as I write. The pastoral, bleak, stony land of Ibiza is thirsting and unslaked to the pine woods, then the […]

Spring 1967

Excursion

By William Fifield

Synthesis falsifies—and is the only truth. It seems to me strange that this perception induced a pervading tristesse in Cocteau; but that in Picasso, the Orpheus-piper, there is a probable […]

Winter 1966

Excursion

By William Fifield

One of the least advertised pleasures of travel is the frequenting of graves … One of the most touching graves in all the world must be that of the little […]

Winter 1965

Et tu, Neanderthal

By William Fifield

“You may enter. The first door must be closed before the second may be opened. Air must not come in and touch the walls. Humidity.” Helen grasped, really, only the […]

Winter 1968

Excursion

By William Fifield

About twenty years before the 1800s expired, a Spanish paterfamilias was picking away in his staid, loyal manner—which sufficiently depicted his Basque character—at strata of fossil remains in a cave […]