I just found one of the best prefaces I've ever seen in the small press literary scene. It's titled, "Necessity to Record," and the journal is the Monongahela Review:
The preface is a philosophical, wistful and somehow romantic reverie, which in a mysterious yet tangible way justifies poetry, life, and perhaps hope.
The editor is Luke Bartolomeo but the preface is not signed. Hence, its provenance, like the well-woven gossamer of its wordplay, haunts.