Issue 64 | The Sun Magazine

February 1981

Readers Write

John Lennon

Remembering his music, carrying on, being true to the vision we share

By Our Readers
Readers Write

How I See God

As a combination of an elderly Abraham Lincoln and Uncle Sam; through the hole in my throat; through an innocent, crucified victim hanging on a tree

By Our Readers


We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.

Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

News Of The Universe

Poems Of Twofold Consciousness

This book asks one question over and over: how much consciousness is the poet willing to grant to trees or hills or living creatures not a part of his own species?

By Robert Bly
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Dream Journal

The portraits are abstractions until my friend pulls a secret lever and the paintings open, like books. I gasp as the women’s faces, their thoughts, their histories come alive. They are unaware of us and may be studied on any level we choose.

By Elizabeth Rose Campbell
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories


I don’t like what I see around me: people with big cars, four bedroom houses and mobile homes and closets full of clothes. I don’t want to know I am one of the people who have so much in a world of people who have so little.

By Barbara Crane
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

You Must Go Home Again

By home I mean the idea of re-inhabitation — an awareness of and loyalty to sense of place, and literally to a particular place. A place in Nature. A place of geography where one’s heart and inner machinery are filled with the silences of reality, and are at peace.

By Thomas Crowe