"One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself-- that is to say, risking oneself. If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving." James Baldwin.

After not very much deliberation, I have decided to indefinitely suspend

daily publication of The Travesty. My life is becoming more hectic as I

prepare for a big transition into, among other things, the state of being a

College Student. I am finding I have less and less time to devote to this

e-zine, and in the coming months it is sure to get worse. No ezine is better

than a low-quality half-ass ezine. Also, I am in the process of reevaluating

many things in my life, which necessarily requires that I reevaluate my

creative output. In plain English, it is time for a change.

The Travesty is not dead. It is, at most, in suspension, but I do not know

how long the suspension will last, or what the ezine will look like if and when

it is over.

Please continue to send any submission-like material my way,

especially anything written personally by you, as I am always

interested in the thoughts and feelings of my peers (and my

elders, for that matter). Plus, as I have said, I am merely

discontinuing The Travesty in its present state. I will probably

send it out every now and then in any number of forms, if I feel

like it. I still like the idea. I still think there is promise in it.

The website will remain, though it won't be updated on a regular basis.

In the meantime, my friend Tucker Lieberman, who frequently contributes

to The Travesty, occasionally self-publishes his work in a journal called

"3." ("three-point"). 3. began its life handwritten, hand-decorated, and quite

charming. It necessarily evolved into the typed medium, mostly to alleviate

hand-cramps. Now it has leapt onto the internet. You can find the latest

issue of 3. here. Tucker would like you to know this, as would I.

Please stay tuned, and keep in touch.

bc phillips, editor

7.24.00

Only in silence the word,

only in dark the light,

only in dying life:

bright the hawk's flight

on the empty sky.

--Ursula K. LeGuin