editorial

A friend of mine once contended that the ability to write about the sexual act

This is the first issue of The Fiddlehead which is almost exclusively 'ours.'

When I was a university student, my best friend gave me a copy of The Lost Salt Gift of Blood, and I felt like I was holding a tangible piece of the past as if it were the present and the present as if it were the past.

With this issue, The Fiddlehead enters its sixteenth year of continous publication, thus setting a record of longevity for 'little' magazines in Canada.

Twice recently, the poetry appearing in The Fiddlehead and written by U.S. authors has been referred to by Canadian critics.

As this issue of The Fiddlehead is about to go to press, we have learned of the death of John Sutherland.

Exactly ten years ago, the first modest mimeographed issue of the Fiddlehead appeared young and green in a frosty world.

As a poet, Earle Birney has always interested and sometimes exalted me; as a novelist he intermittently amused me; but as an anthologist he exasperates me.

The romantic and adventurous spirit of Theodore Goodridge Roberts, who died in Digby, Nova Scotia, on February 24, found expression in his many novels and in the verse that he wrote and published during a life-time of seventy-six years.

The Fiddlehead has been published by the Bliss Carman Society of Fredericton since 1945.