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A Stronger Bridge between ND and IU South Bend’s English Departments

Joyelle McSweeney, Assistant Professor at the University of Notre Dame, creative writer, co-founder and editor of the press, Action Books, introduced her press and its focus on translation on January 28th. Both domestic and international students filled the third floor lounge of Wiekamp. They discussed how exciting it is to publish stories, including online quarterlies, blogs, and social communication sites, and share ideas with the world. This event was organized by Professor Kelcey Parker and Anne Magnan-Park, who are building a stronger bridge between the ND and IU South Bend creative writing departments.

McSweeney has a passion for introducing international writers both online and in printed publications with her two editors; Johannes Göransson (a Swedish translator and co-founder of Action Books) and John Dermot Woods (an English professor at Montclair State University in New York). The press has “Action Statemen…
Crystalline Emission


Within Twenty Three Hours
(Paint: $55.oo)
Tomorrow the public is invited to attend an informal discussion with Joyelle McSweeney, professor at Notre Dame, writer, and "co-founder and co-editor of Action Books (, a poetry and translation press, and Action, Yes (, a web-quarterly for international writing and hybrid forms."
Empty Suitcase:
Perforated Value

My death metal guy and I had a huge fight. I do not really remember what the trigger was— he did not wash his hands before dinner or some small, silly cause— and it ended up with pieces of plastic bowls and two holes in the kitchen wall.

He was calm even though I started throwing magazines and plastic cereal bowls for seven days. I grabbed plastic containers, lids, and salad bowls. I was smart that I chose what could throw without damage. If I destroyed hundreds of ceramic plates and cups, those pieces might hurt our eyes and my cat. In addition, the shattered objects were messy. I did not want to clean up later thinking about whether the broken ceramic is recyclable or goodwill-able. So, I threw plastic bowls instead. They are usually strong in any occasion.

Unfortunately, most plastic salad bowls pounded into the kitchen floor. When I tried to calm down by thinking, “Naoko, it is ok because they are recyclable,” a chunky piece hit his shoulder.

He aske…
Empty Suitcase:
Crystalline Emission

I had stayed in my apartment for four days. I slept seventeen hours each day and night, occasionally ate cinnamon rolls and taco salads; in addition, wrote some poetry for my assignment under blankets, moreover tweezed “unnecessary” body hair while looking at a hand mirror.

I realized that nothing inspired me walking around seven feet of a perfect equilateral triangle between the bed, toilet seat, and refrigerator and looking at a collection of tweezed short body hair. Worse, I found my very first gray hair on my jet-black head. When I saw it, I persuaded myself that it was a cat’s hair even though she also had jet-black fur. Suddenly, I heard my grandmother’s imaginary voice, “Naoko, young age will never come back. Be fashionable; buy new underwear.”

So, I decided to go shopping at University Park Mall with a gift card from Victoria’s Secret. I received it from the mother of my death metal guy this Christmas. I usually do not go shopping unless I ha…
Empty Suitcase:
Figure-Skating with 2600Lbs

I hate driving on snow days. “Because you are an Asian girl,” said my male friend. He thinks that Asian women do not know how to drive; perhaps, all women cannot drive no matter what weather. If he only talked about my driving, I do not mind his theory, but my favorite writer, Francoise Sagan, owned fabulous sports cars and drove like a racing driver. She sometimes ended up in the emergency room but the accidents were not because of her lack of driving skills. She just loved to play between speed and death in her racing car.

It is jazzy cool that Sagan drove too fast in the beautiful countryside of France and wrote about death, but I drive too slowly on Mishawaka Ave listening to Britney Spears; besides, if I faced death; perhaps, if I hurt other people, it will be never like Sagan-like cool. I would be just a stupid driver who did not know how to drive.

I already had two fishtailing and sliding accidents this year. I drove 30 miles per hour …

The Preface

Basic Model V.S. Deluxe Edition Could They Help Each Other?
By Naoko Fujimoto

Ivy Tech Community College, with its extensive network of local campuses, has risen above Indiana University as the state’s largest higher education institution. An Ivy Tech student, Yoko Lee, answered what makes students leave from Indiana University and become attracted to the community college.

Lee is an international student and chose Ivy Tech instead of IU South Bend because of financial issues. She said, “I pay about $2700 for four classes in a semester at Ivy Tech.” The international student tuition is usually more than double the rate of domestic students. Compared to tuition at IU South Bend, the international student pays an average of $5400 for four classes.

“But problems are that there are no scholarship programs at Ivy Tech and no international office,” said Lee. The administration office and her academic advisor do not support her financial plans, so she needed to spend extra time searching for s…
The Last Season of Empty Suitcase

Happy spring semester 2009! This is the fourth season of Empty Suitcase, which means that I am going to graduate with a Master’s degree in English this May! Before I open bottles of champagne for congratulations, I need to finish my thesis project with three hardcore doctors. My academic shield and sword always melt away by the radiation of their knowledge. With the broken armor, I finally understand that I am not the academic person who is going to apply for a doctoral degree, but at the same time, I am excited to be free from writing assignments this early summer. So, I am ready to be a samurai and cut through all the tough scholarly situations, write book length collection of poetry as a thesis project, and of course edit Analecta, the literary magazine from the English Department.

Actually, I just finished academic leftovers from the past fall semester seven days ago. I studied during Christmas break because I took an extra long Thanksgiving weeken…
By Naoko Fujimoto

My grandfather received
his name on February 9, 1919. When he died,
he lost his name on the whitest
sheets in a nook of the hospital
before he returned to home; before his body was cremated.

It was November 9, 2008. A monk
gave him a posthumous Buddhist name.
It was written in poor
calligraphy on a memorial tablet. Shigeru,
the old name, slowly

whittled away in incense. It smoldered. The savor,
savor of caskets. Chrysanthemums and orchids shrouded

the corpse. It was laid on an iron
board at a crematorium. When the eighteenth
oven was opened, I felt his limp
cheeks one more time. My grandmother placed
two stones from a Japanese chessboard and his glasses.

At the seventeenth oven, a little boy called, “Papa.”
A woman held him from falling into it. The nineteenth
oven rang as if an elevator
reached the last floor of this life. Fifty seven

minutes later, my grandfather was ash. His skull,
cracked sternum, and a titanium
joint between his femur and shin. His burnt
Analecta Art Exhibition Jan 2 – 14 at the fifth floor of the IUSB Library Vince Bauters (English Education) “Wellington”
Eric Duenez (English) “Panopticon Pornography”
Naoko Fujimoto (English) “Seventeen Seconds”
Rebecca Gibson(History) “In Flight” "Reflection on a Fall Day”
Ashley Hartsough (Radiology) “Entertainment Chaos” “Lost Hungry”
Rebecca Pelky (English) “Cabin” “Sunset”
Laura Pimienta (English) “Birth Announcement”
Jeff Tatay (English) “Lying”
Erica Wood (Elementary Education) “Family”
Gregory Worell (unknown) “Boat”
Happy New Year 2009!
明けまして おめでとうございます。