Gloom: window facing wall. Relief afforded by hole about the size of a head.
Juan Gris
Vitrion
Little birds and old men
                      
                              par Lawrence Vail
                                                      
                    
        
      Animals
                      
                              par Karl With
                                                      
                    
        
      A toast to ourselves
                      
                              par Vadim Shershenvevitch
                                                          ·                trad:
                Louis Lozowick
                          
                    
      Poem
The Lay of Maldoror
                      
                              par Comte de Lautréamont
                                                          ·                trad:
                John Rodker
                          
                    
      Selection from second canto
Poems in prose
                      
                              par Pierre Reverdy
                                                      
                    
      Through the little window, under the eaves, look. The line of my eyes and the line" of her eyes encounter each other. I shall have the advantage of altitude she says to herself.
The mysticism of money
                      
                              par H. A. L.
                                                      
                    
        
      Etchings
                      
                              par Thomas Pym Cope
                                                      
                    
        
      Battle of flowers
                      
                              par Albert Jean
                                                          ·                trad:
                Edward Störer
                          
                    
        
      Aphorisms
                      
                              par Edwin Muir
                                                      
                    
      The fundamental question which the existence of humanity sets each one of us is this : Can we forgive it ?
One thousand and one nights in a bar-room
                      
                              par Matthew Josephson
                                                      
                    
      Or the Irish odysseus
Painting, past and present
                      
                              par De Fayet
                                                      
                    
      " The best jest is a brief one." Enough of your incomprehensible cubism. Dear reader. The cubist jest has been with us for fifteen years, and you have not yet consented to devote ten minutes of your attention to this question which so baffles you. However, as usual, wait 20 years, in twenty years you will agree with us.