As seen at syphmag.net:
November Update at Syphilitic Mermaids Magazine:
Readers: as you spread your sweater-clad arms and throw them around the nearest body or bottle; as the autumn sets in and turns your leaves and hopes to crimson red; as you struggle through harsh winds, city dust that stings your eyes, and endless rumours of deathly disease just to find someone, somewhere, who wants to listen to your gentle cries through this winter. Oh boys, oh girls, and oh casual or frantic undecideds: you are looking for the right party. You await the right moment, the right dress, the right pose.
You stand in doorways! You tip your glass, and you tip your head, and from the corner of your eye you watch the room and think, yes, this is the place, this is right, and I belong. You are not some sad, 80s chump just because you wear a cardigan sweater. You are real and alive and it is the year two thousand and nine, and you understand! You can jump over that line of human isolation and make connections; you are a grown organism with the understanding of several millenia behind you, and you will not be lonely. You will not be one of those sad and tormented fools of past musical decades.
And you touch the right places on all the right sweaters, and you smile your gorgeous, photographable smile, and you say so many right and relevant things, and you are gentle and good in your harmlessness; your words flying across the party like a pair of open arms. Yes, you will be always surrounded by true, wonderful friends who are also making these correct choices in attitude (influenced by you, no doubt, and also by their own fine graces and experience).
Yes, this world is right.
You walk home with your hand in hers and you expect nothing, readers, and of course you pretend to be as shy as decency requires, but you know the future, and you are at peace with it. And through the winter months while she lies in your arms, never once will you think of that fate you might have had, bitter and alone, cringing against the wall at each and every desperate attendance to each and every ridiculous party. You understand this world, and you have come to know that there is no other way; and now, you are simply thankful for it all.
Yet, gentle readers, sometimes art is on a different plane than life – and sometimes a good story about a bad party is just what the season requires. This week, we bring you two – as well as new photos from SBK’s photo diary, and an interview with two young men who seem to know when to carouse, when to collapse in despair, and when to combine the two with perfect harmony.
November at SM²:
New from Kram:
A lively, endless discussion at a party is contrasted against the detached world of it’s quiet participant: the celebration’s cold and silent host, glass in hand.
New from Coyote Rosebud:
The Voracious Mouth of Roadkill Rita: part two
Our beloved Rita flounces amid the party-goers of Coyote’s last installment, committing one adulterous and criminal act after the other; until someone manages to take this wild and cruel young beauty home, with completely unforeseen results.
New from Sketchbookkid Photo Diary:
Photos from August and September. In thousands of pixelated colours, the busy and emotional turmoil of enigmatic and unreachable SBK.
Present Ghosts of Freddy Ruppert: A Sighting of Former Ghosts
An interview, conducted between our sister company IT³ and Californian band Former Ghosts, about the inevitable appearance of the personal in art.
Sometimes the party is over, friends, and we must wipe the whiskey from our chins and find our shoes by the door.
This month, we end our update with some business, and some news.
Syphmag’s news posts, dear readers, will now appear each month in all of the usual places, as well as in blog format at http://imtrying.net [note: you're here!].
An interview with none other than myself also appears (reposted from our site) here, and our new RSS feed, which will be combined with IT³’s charming art blog, The State of the Arts in Canada, and the posts of our publishing house, I’m Trying I’m Trying I’m Trying, Ltd. All worthy reading to keep you warm through every accidental stumble during this oncoming winter.
The new Syphmag RSS feed can be accessed here.
More news: interviews! Syphmag wants your interviews. Our standards are high, our criticisms harsh, but if you have an interview conducted in the past with anyone, or anything, that you, dear reader, deem relevant in this life, or if you have an idea for a future endeavor, please, contact us. We have decided, contrary to our usually stringent content policies, to accept guest and reader contributions to our interview page.
Interviews and pitches may be submitted to email@example.com.
Payment for all accepted contributions will be unmonetary, but of value. Speaking of which, Syphmag has a store. Thank you for your patronage.
Our thanks to those who have visited us at Canzine, Expozine, & etc.
Until next month, a friend of your heart of love, and your heart of practicality,
Nicolaas Van Roon, ed.
reposted by Syphmag friends, IT³.
The following interview was conducted by Joseph Stella, in Los Angeles, California, for ICMTTP’s zine Typewriters on Screens. This interview first appeared in print on October 8, 2008, and was first posted online at syphmag.net on October 17th, 2008.
It is re-posted here in its original form, with some additional notes on behalf of our editors, and our friends at SM².
Our thanks to Joseph Stella for his generosity in allowing us to re-post this interview.
Interview with Nic Van Roon, editor of Syphilitic Mermaids Magazine, about the nerdier aspects of running an online magazine.
Syphmag (or SM², in abbreviated form) first caught my attention for their unique design, which can be seen at www.syphmag.net.
Nic, thanks for coming. Let’s get started on the geeky questions right away. What do you think about Web 2.0?
Geeky questions, alright. I think it’s fine. I prefer it to that time when you had to visit Geocities sites to find information; I prefer there being a blog or a wiki for everything, rather than a fan page.
The internet has become a reliable source.
I don’t know if it’s more accurate, but it’s more believable – and a lot less annoying.
You’ve accused yourself of falling behind the times, design-wise. Do you feel that the fact you haven’t conformed to Web 2.0 standards (for whatever reason) holds you back?
I don’t think our design is behind the times so much as our programming is. I think our design is fine for what we do, but right now it’s difficult, if not impossible, to read Syphgmag from an iPhone, and obviously this is a drawback for us, because we loose those readers who do read a lot of their internet content through their phones. And I imagine that the number of people who do this will be increasing. So yes, we are behind on our Web 2.0, and yes, in a way it’s holding us back.
Would you say you’re making a conscious decision to forgo that advanced programming in favour of aesthetic? Your site has gone through a few incarnations now, but the design has always been very stylized and unique.
No, I don’t think it’s been a conscious choice: SBK [interviewer's note: SM²'s web designer] and I have the desire to use whatever advanced programming is possible, and I know that we would if we had the time. We’re behind the learning curve, and I think we feel that it’s going to be a struggle, to catch up.
The truth is that we aren’t programmers, and as far as I know, no one has programmed the kind of software that we would need for what we do. Nothing that would satisfy us, anyhow. There was the possibility of putting SM² into some kind of preconceived format, so that we didn’t have to figure these things out ourselves…
The whole site in a blog?
Yeah, something like that. We could do that. We’ve talked about it, but, I’d hope, only in a joking manner. We don’t want to do that; that isn’t what we set out to do.
I see. So in that way, your aesthetic is taking priority.
In a way, yes. Some people do still read things online with a monitor – most people do. So, would we like readers to be able to access our content on the subway, or the lobby of the doctor’s office? Yes, of course we would. Are we panicking because they can’t? A little bit, but right now, okay, we’re using this basically antiquated style. It functions, but it annoys and embarrasses (web designer) SBK. Yet, obviously, we prefer this state of affairs to some kind of white background, multi-column blog.
Ah, the resentment surfaces.
I’d rather think of it as an only slightly biased observation…
It’s true though, every site looks the same right now.
I don’t know about that. I don’t go to a lot of new websites right now. I’ve seen some interesting things, sometimes with Flash, even – some examples where the designers use restraint, but managed to pull off something attractive that’s also original. Some band sites, e-zines, or artist portfolios… I haven’t come across anything that was too memorable in a while, but I imagine they’re still out there.
I know what you mean. It seems like now, I go to the few same news sites or blogs for news and entertainment, and to MySpace for bands, Facebook for events…
Exactly. So does that homogeny mean there’s less demand for a well designed – or, rather, interestingly designed – site? Probably. They can be inconvenient: they’re sometimes hard to update, and they can confuse or turn off new readers. We’re all in a hurry.
Is SM² inconvenient?
No. Yes. It could be. I’d hope that people find our design simple enough, especially the new design – though I think the old layout was fairly intuitive as well. We try to be innovative but straight forward. I know we’re not as easy to process as a standard blog, or say, a site like The New York Times, or Pitchfork Media; though they’re obviously trying to accomplish different goals than we are.
We do use a blog for our updates, though. We have a RSS feed available through
MySpace[see note]. That’s a priority for us right now, actually: to set up a better newsfeed system.
[Note: this new RSS feed is now up at http://imtrying.net/?feed=rss2]
Let’s get back to your criticisms of 2.0 for a minute.
I only have a few, so a minute sounds good.
Ha. What do you think: is convenience making the internet aesthetically sterile?
In a way, it’s made the internet bland, but as I said before, it’s an improvement on early HTML. It’s clean, it’s structured, it gets the job done. I completely agree that sites ought to prioritize universal usability. What we’d love to do is figure out a way to make the design of SM² both functional and original – assuming we’re original doing what we’re doing now, which I’m reluctant to believe. Other sites will probably get this right before we do: interesting design concepts, plus maximum, universal function. It’s probably happening already and I just haven’t come across it.
But you can say you thought of it first.
Dreamed of it first, maybe. Then again, no, definitely not. We’re amateurs at this.
For someone who’s managed to accomplish so much, it’s hard to believe you can be so diffident.
That’s an art in and of itself.
Will there be a way to view your old layout, in the future? The new one is great, but there’s a part of me that misses the old fridge, and the personalized pages.
You’d have to ask SBK, as that’s her jurisdiction. Though I think for the next while we may be too focused on moving forward to worry about the past.
[Note: Nic was correct. -via SBK]
What do you have planned for SM², design/programming wise?
We’re still putting all our old content onto our new layout. After that, we’ll want to fix all the bugs, and make everything more intuitive: links between pages, access to the news feeds, etc. Maximize accessibility and ease of function as best we can, and make it easier for readers to comment and contact us. After that, well. We have plans to make plans.
You’re my kind of man, Nic.
I’ll keep that between us.
Ladies and gentlemen, Nic Van Roon.
Photos by SBK.
Typewriters on Screen is a print only, anti-everything magazine, available in a basement near you. Go outside.
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Interview with Californian band Former Ghosts (members of Xiu Xiu, Zola Jesus, and This Song is a Mess But So Am I) conducted before their (canceled) show on October 16, 2009 in Toronto, Canada.
Present Ghosts of Freddy Ruppert: A Sighting of Former Ghosts
IT³ met up with Freddy Ruppert and Jamie Stewart over hot chocolate at a small coffee shop on Queen St. in Toronto, hoping to find out more about their new project Former Ghosts, and their haunting synth-pop debut album Fleurs. It began to appear as if we would end up talking mainly about Ruppert’s personal life – which seems to be an inevitable topic when discussing the art of Freddy Ruppert.
There came a point where Ruppert leaned back in his chair and said, “I don’t know how far I want to go into this,” which, though understandable, seems ironic considering how far he goes into it in his music. Ruppert openly admitted that he struggles, as is a common dilemma in our blogging, social networking age, with justifying what is private and what is public – but that hasn’t stopped him from laying himself out there completely in his music.
Ruppert’s first recording project, This Song Is a Mess But So Am I, began in 2003 as a means to deal with his mother’s death, and in 2004 he released Church Point, L.A. an album of extremely personal laments buried in noise and electronics. He supported the album by touring, and his stage shows were a spectacle of gut-wrenching antics not unlike an exorcism; a memorable performance, whether disturbing or otherwise. It was clear Freddy Ruppert was sincere.
But Ruppert found himself coming to terms with the issues he reflected upon with This Song Is A Mess But So Am I, and decided it was time to move on. “A time came when it just wasn’t cathartic anymore,” Ruppert told us, and, staying true to his original intentions, he decided to quit music. He sold all his gear, and spent two years estranged from recording. This diversion, inevitably, didn’t last.
Former Ghosts, Ruppert said, was born out of songs created for a specific person. The songs from Fleurs were originally created and posted on his personal blog as a means to exclusively communicate with this someone.
“I’d post songs when we weren’t communicating; it was an effective way to reach her – I knew she was checking my blog (http://freddyruppert.blogspot.com/). Then, once she heard it, I would take it down,” Ruppert told us.
Ruppert’s fans from his This Song is a Mess But So Am I days were privy to the songs as well – as were some contacts from the music industry, and Ruppert seems almost serious when he claims to have found a label for Former Ghosts because of a Talking Heads cover he posted, among other positive feedback from old fans.
This exaltation seems to be carrying over to the project’s finished product. Ruppert’s official return to music, Former Ghosts’ Fleurs, has been getting favourable reviews in the blog world since its release – partly due, of course, to its ties to two other highly praised indie acts. So, how did Freddy Ruppert join forces with the inimitable Jamie Stewart of Xiu Xiu, and the enigmatic Nika Roza of Zola Jesus?
Ruppert and Stewart, having toured together in the past, had been planning on working together for some time already. They had become friends seven years prior to Former Ghosts when, following the death of his mother and after reading Stewart had, similarly, just experienced the loss of his father, Ruppert emailed the front man of the experimental pop group. The two toured together, and have been sharing music with each other for a long time since then. When Ruppert found himself with new songs, they began an official collaboration, still mainly over the internet. As for Nika Roza: Ruppert, a fan of Zola Jesus, simply asked if she wanted to sing. (Though Nika was not available to tour this fall, her haunting vocals on Fleurs are a key element to the album’s mournful power).
While elements of both Stewart’s Xiu Xiu and Roza’s Zola Jesus are plainly heard on Fleurs, Ruppert acknowledges that Former Ghosts’ sound is quite different from the abstract electro-industrial noise of his last project. “I’ve always been a fan of pop music, and I wanted to do something different.” says Ruppert.
The sound isn’t the only thing that’s changed. Where the This Song Is A Mess’ primary means was as a place for Ruppert to reflect on his past, Former Ghosts’ songs were created as the issue (or romance) progressed – and the songs themselves were an actual means for communication of the messages and feelings that the songs were about. Ruppert is quick to clarify that that doesn’t mean Former Ghosts is just a one-off project. “I have new songs already, and will be going back to work on them after the tour.”
Stewart reinstated the projects longevity, calling Former Ghosts “a long-lasting regular band”. Ruppert seemed excited about the future, especially for a not-too-distant time when all three of the band’s members would be in the same room together once the band wraps up their hectic 30-day tour.
The tour itself seems like it’s been a trying experience, as Ruppert says, “it hasn’t been fun”. Amid venue confusion, long drives, and busted shows, this may or may not also have to do with the fact that the relationship with the mystery girl (the catalyst for many, if not all of the album’s songs) ended right before the tour – and the subject matter he has to deal with every night when performing. Nevertheless, Stewart pipes up with a smile on his face when asked about some tour experiences: a man running in during one of their sets with his face cut, screaming “they’re going to kill me!”, the force feeding of chocolate bars in the van, or one instance, apparently un-chocolate bar related, of Rupert puking on an exotic dancer.
Stewart goes on, explaining a new band the two of them are working on. The plan is to be sponsored by Hummer and Blue Shield Health Insurance, and, instead of playing actual music, they will tour with a band of their choosing – and proceed, each night, to beat said band up until they can’t play, in order to “quell the rotten music genre pool”. After urging Stewart to disclose some of the bands they’ll be targeting with this new project (which they claim will be called Guan(u)o; they couldn’t decide on the number of ‘u’s), he decides, laughing into his tea, that it would be better to give us an exclusive some time in the future, so the bands can’t prepare for the attack.
As for Former Ghosts, what does the future hold? Will there be more songs for this mystery girl? When asked how Ruppert communicates with this special person now that he is on tour and all the songs have been made into a full length album, he replies, “insane text messaging.” A recent entry on Ruppert’s blog makes reference to an “insane text war” on private property in where, after being approached by security, Ruppert implores, “”I’m in the middle of an insane text conversation with the girl I was insanely in love with! What do you want me to do?!”
The security guard answers, “Oh o.k., it’s cool man. I understand. Do what you need to do. It’s alright”.
Which is exactly what Freddy Ruppert has been doing with his art, and graciously has shared with us on Fleurs.
Former Ghosts: http://formerghosts.com/
On Friday the 13th, In My Bed Magazine will team up with Gallery 1313 for Is Your Love Supernatural?, a live edition of the magazine’s seventh publication, and the gallery’s first fundraiser.
Rosanna Ciulla, In My Bed’s editor, sat down over tea with us in a Spadina coffee bar to talk about the upcoming show, and the magazine itself.
In My Bed Magazine (inmybedmagazine.com/) is a two-year old online magazine that appears quarterly in the inboxes of about seven hundred and fifty people. These brightly coloured and professionally slick PDFs deliver literary and illustrative content that Ciulla and her team hope is a different approach to sex in the Canadian scene.
The sweet-faced editor explains that while the concept of a sex-themed publication is not new, IMB is unique in that it lists contributors and staff from all over the world, distributes for free (readers subscribe by entering their email address on the magazine’s website), and strives to approach sex, or sexual topics, through art – as the intriguing pictures and layouts of her magazine imply.
Ciulla hasn’t been alone in her IMB endeavours. IMB currently boasts a “dynamic and passionate” team of volunteers: four designers, two foreign editors, a photo editor, cover designer, and a Toronto-based graphic design firm. “My team is essential”, Ciulla confides, “they define (In My Bed)”.
Ciulla reveals that an online magazine was never her intention, but for now, she’s found the internet to be an ideal method of getting her publication to readers, as well as finding contributors and staff. Once Ciulla settled on the simple and catchy title ‘In My Bed’, she put together her team of editors, artists, and designers; finding her staff exclusively through Craigslist.
Contributors, too, are sought after almost exclusively over the internet, as she and her staff post calls on sites such as Craigslist, Akimbo, and Places for Writers – “all free places”, add Ciulla. “We have submissions from Germany, France… everywhere!” says Ciulla, who clearly finds interacting with her artists rewarding.
Ciulla, a Toronto resident of only three years, has previously lived in Vancouver and the Czech Republic, and confesses she is a born wanderer. She is an artist herself, with a background in performance art, but thus far she has not submitted anything to her magazine – “besides energy”, she amends – though she hints she may one day do so anonymously. Ciulla seems wholehearted in her position as editor: “I like to see our contributors excited, and develop a rapport with the artists”.
Ciulla is quick to add, though, that she may soon have more on her plate than just editing IMB. She has spoken to a television producer in the past about bringing her concepts to the screen, and, though her first priority is finding a way to edit and organize events for In My Bed full time, she has plans for books, and dreams of having her own space, or artist community, with which to create further. Though these ambitions could easily overpower a less determined artist, Ciulla has the secrets to literary and artistic success in a firm grasp.
“You have to pick one project to engage you completely”, she said, “and establish a system. Then you can gradually build on things over time… it’s all about time management. Putting (projects) on the back burner is just abusing them – you have to maintain your relationship with your project to get something done. You have to keep the fire lit.”
How will In My Bed keep the fire lit, post Is Your Love Supernatural?? Ciulla tells us that this winter may bring the magazine’s first print issue, which she hopes will be an amalgamation of all of the art and performances from their live edition at Gallery 1313, with a few additional pieces. (If not, this issue will appear, as expected, as a PDF in the inboxes of In My Bed’s subscribers, as Ciulla and her team plot the future).
The future is much on Ciulla’s mind with In My Bed. She plans that IMB will be publishing each issue in print within the next two years, and hopes to team up with another group to release a double issue in the near future.
In My Bed will also become a biannual, rather than a quarterly, magazine in 2010. “My team is getting too busy to handle more than two issues per year”, Ciulla says, adding that she also hopes to organize at least one show per year in the future.
For now, you can interact with In My Bed this Friday at Gallery 1313. Is Your Love Supernatural? will begin at 7pm (the show is $10 in advance (call 416-536-6778) and $15 at the door – funds go to Parkdale’s famed Gallery 1313), and will feature spoken word performances including poetry, video, and editor Ciulla presenting a welcoming speech as a live table of contents. The show will also feature visual artworks, a cash bar, finger food, and, Ciulla says, possibly some body painting.
Check the Facebook group for a unique event that will actually live up to it’s boast of “erotic party”, and we’ll see you Friday the 13th.
In My Bed Magazine : http://inmybedmagazine.com
Gallery 1313: http://www.g1313.org/
Is Your Love Supernatural on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/event.php?eid=163762954297&ref=ts
Photos from Liz Magor’s Storage Facilities, which ran from September 16 – October 25, 2009. The exhibition took place at the Doris McCarthy Gallery, located within the University of Toronto, Scarborough campus, to which 401 Richmond ran a charter school bus on September 29th.
The Winnipeg born, British Columbia based artist presented an introduction before the viewing of the exhibition. Not wanting to over-anticipate the installation by focusing on it in discussion, she retraced her history: from her beginnings as an artist, photographing her back-to-the-land, aboriginal-impersonating hippy classmates in Vancouver, to her later installations of tiny cabins in caged rooms of false snow, or hiding place-creations within casts of hollow trees.
She spoke at length about the oral joy of the cigarette (though she does not smoke), and gave a detailed explanation of her favoured artistic process. Magor described the meticulous making of casts of everyday objects such as towels, serving trays, and elements from nature, and, while showing slides of works both in the exhibition and from earlier installations, revealed that, except for the occasional detail, she does not paint her objects, but instead mixes the colour of her creations directly into the model.
Once in the exhibition room, one of the most striking elements of the show were the haunting casts of folded jackets, lovingly matched to an almost perfect realism in shape and colour, with cold looking cigarettes (or in one case, a Toblerone bar) emerging from them; often juxtaposed next to, or wrapped around, honey-coloured liquor bottles.
Magor’s casts of tiny candy wrappers were another extraordinary feature. The most eerie detail, however, lay in Magor’s casts of animals (which she finds dead before making moulds of them). Upon close examination, tiny stray hairs could be found on the casts – elements of life where life seemed somehow the least likely.
In Storage Facilities Magor continued what was obviously her life’s work, investigating our compulsive behaviour, our yearning for an impossible, but somehow enchanting, return to nature, and our constant striving for safe places.
Apologies again for camera difficulties, on behalf of The State of the Arts in Canada.
More on Liz Magor
Doris McCarthy Gallery
This spooky, autumn-appropriate show lasted from October 7th until October 18th, as The House of Pomegranates “painstakingly recreated their magical attic studio” in Gallery 1313. The show featured paintings, chapbooks, toys, clothing, and more; and also included interactive events such as a tea party on closing day, and a live headphone-only listening party on the 15th.
IT³ made it out to Scary Monster Beautiful on opening night (October 9th), but we’ve been experiencing some intense (and ghostly) camera problems – as seen below – causing this post to be delayed.
Check out the The House of Pomegranates’ blog for more, and less-haunted, photographs of the show & their events.
More: Scary Monster Beautiful: Video Tour on Youtube
The House of Pomegranates
AWOL’s Square Foot show this past summer (August 15th-Sept 6th): we got into town too late to be able to catch the show for more than a quick look in the (smaller) main AWOL space, but the highlights for us were clearly the more sculptural or conceptual pieces, including the straight-up dioramas. Wish we’d taken more photos.
Square Foot is “an annual group exhibition of hundreds of local, national and international artists in all media. It is an incredible networking event for artists to gain exposure to collectors, curators, media, other artists, and the general public.”
It takes place at AWOL Gallery, 76 Ossington Ave, Toronto, Canada.
As seen at syphmag.net:
October Update at Syphilitic Mermaids Magazine:
Year 3 Begins & The Voracious Mouth of Roadkill Rita
Little lambs: have you missed us? We’ve been busy. Syphmag took a brief hiatus last month to fight bitter biding wars for web domains, clean up the debris of our last show, and snuggle up a little closer with our investors (read: menial dayjobs).
If you attended our last show in Toronto, thank you. Syphmag truly appreciates your love, support, and shy but resolute ability to eat fine finger foods. Dearest readers, we are your friend in every dimension.
This month marks an important anniversary for Syphmag – our second year of content is officially over, and our third year has begun.
Syphmag, a transient magazine by nature, has come to you from a variety of residences: from our roots in underground rooms in west & east Toronto, to our first-year homes in New York City, Atlanta, or the parking lot of Google Inc. (outside of San Francisco), to the Canadian cities of Winnipeg and Montreal – and now, at least briefly, back to our offices in Toronto. What does all this moving mean?
All the better to reach you with, my dears.
And yet, we are a little world weary. We begin to feel a little lost. And thus, friends, this month, our first installment of year three, we bring you an abbreviated update, featuring only our most cherished of writers: Coyote Rosebud, Dottie Jax, Bettie McKenzie, and Kram.
Welcome to year three, friends, and we hope you enjoy the ride.
October at SM²:
New from Coyote Rosebud:
The Voracious Mouth of Roadkill Rita: part one
A party, two dancers, and a room full of dangerous lovers in this psychologically erotic and mysterious first installment of a strange short story.
New from Betty McKenzie:
Leaving Stories 2: The Bay St. Bus.
Betty breaks the Syphmag mold (and rules) with a second installment of her diary-style project: The Leaving Stories. As sunlight shimmers over the financial district of Betty’s soon to be abandoned home city, an unnoticed goodbye is attempted.
New from Dottie Jax:
Things I Used to Like
A man recounts an early minor, and minor, obsession with a young girl, as Dottie continues her method of employing classic principles of cadence and flow to write portray the internet and our relationships amidst technology – whether this is a conscious fixation or natural interest of hers, we’re not sure.
New from Kram:
Kram comes back to us with an unexpected love poem; seeming to break away from his callous whiskey nights and miraculously find some kind of wonder, again, as he watches the object of his nameless affection swirl ahead. A moonlit and vulnerable piece from our usually dark and hardened Kram; not to be missed
And with that we’ll leave you now, gentle children, with a link to photos of our A Recession of Mortality show:
and our fondest hopes that even amid the tearful despair of Autumn, that we may inspire you to turn your chin upwards, ever upwards, above the ghost of our hand.
With love, and until November,
Nicolaas Van Roon, ed.
reposted by Syphmag friends IT³