The Little Review, February 1915 (Vol. 1, No. 11)

In this spirited opening essay the founder of a newly launched literary magazine looks back on its first twelve months with both candor and humor. She argues that true greatness rests on imagination before anything else, and she uses that belief to explain why the publication embraces chaos, exuberance, and a certain reckless enthusiasm. Rather than presenting a neat editorial manifesto, she admits the journal is still searching for its voice, preferring the thrill of the unknown to the safety of conventional standards.

The piece invites listeners into a world where beauty and ugliness, pleasure and pain coexist in a single, intense experience. It champions a magazine that, like good drama or fiction, offers suggestions rather than conclusions, nudging readers to think for themselves. Expect a lively, self‑aware confession that celebrates artistic risk, revels in its own imperfections, and sets the stage for a daring literary adventure.