Issue 54 | The Sun Magazine

April 1980

Readers Write


During the winter of 1971/72 I lived in Crete. Full of anger and disgust, I had gone there to find a clarity missing from Nixon’s America. I also went to pay tribute to Kazantzakis, the great Greek writer who traveled the world but always remembered the flowering almond trees of his native island. Crete is famous for its ancient Minoan ruins, and rightly so; seeing them, one’s imagination is never the same again.

By Our Readers
Sy Safransky's Notebook

April 1980


He abandoned desire. The flowers grew slowly around the hole in his chest. When his lover sighed, they trembled.

By Sy Safransky


Whatever authority I may have rests solely on knowing how little I know.


The Sun Interview

An Interview With William Irwin Thompson

Questioner: You’ve been a supporter of Jerry Brown. What’s your view of him right now?

By Sy Safransky
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Doing What I Do

Nursing — My Wounds And Theirs

If I could be sure of what it is that I do it would be a great comfort. It has a title, it has rules, responsibilities, regulations and expectations. You would think that this would make it simple.

By Kevin Fitzpatrick
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The End Of The Modern World?

Looking Over The Edge Of History With William Irwin Thompson

I wasn’t surprised to discover how few of my friends had heard of William Irwin Thompson, when I found out he was coming to town. His disregard for the conceits of the establishment, and the counter-culture, don’t win him large audiences. Nor does he want to be a celebrity (he originally objected to his photograph being in this issue because he feared “becoming like a Norman Mailer”).

By William Irwin Thompson
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Being Creative

We live in a time in which we have come to believe that there is not much inside of us — only the things that teachers, parents, and other people have put there. And we think that the only thing we can do is to take this information and to change its form and give it back. We think it is necessary to learn points of reference, rules and techniques to exercise creativity.

By Michell Cassou
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

New York, New York

We get in the car and drive out of town at 5:20 p.m. Swallowed up in the quickening dusk, we have a smoke, listen to lecture tapes. After an hour, I relax about the car blinkers which are not working.

By Elizabeth Campbell
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Chapel Hill/An Elegy For Jesse Stroud

There is no precipitating event for this elegy. No anniversary. No birthday. No cause whatever, other than personal need. Jesse Stroud lived, struggled, and died. I do not purposefully vilify nor vindicate. Neither do I celebrate. Certainly not regret.

By Owen H. Page
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

There Is No Time

One clear afternoon early in the fall, I saw the moon, gray-silver in the high western sky and with pure clarity, I realized:

The moon is not there.
There is no moon.
There are no planets.
There are no stars.

By Roxy Gordon