This is a 8.5 by 11 inches black and white, cut and
paste, five pager zine. Let`s open things up with `grumpy poetry. These are all
short, witty and wry poems. This time around me two favorite ones are:
Morning
cup
My morning cup of coffee
Brings great joy.
It`s all downhill from there
And
Clippings
I cut my fingernails
Early one morning at work
And left the clippings
Lying at my feet.
It made me feel like
A dog marking it`s territory
Great poetry indeed. Let me get a coffee and we shall
continue this. Then there`s our monthly installment of Gary Simmons `1.5 years
behind bars` (or what happens doing hard times, I`m not talking about porn
here, I mean being incarcerated). Great stuff, as usual. We have lots of music,
concerts (Kris Kristofferson, Withered Hand, Grant Hall and Mark Eitzel) , and
a book review. A book composed of Facebook updates. What`s next? An
encyclopedia based on twitter status? The social and intellectual devolution of
modern society always amazes me. Idicracy is at hand folks, indeed. We end
things up with two short stories; `prison, drugs and maple syrup`(Node Pajomo)
and `dog shit blues`(Mark Ritchie). I can relate to this one ` Ì have a clean
dog with a dirty motherfucking owner` mentality. You know, the dog shits on
your front porch but the owner`s too lazy to pick it up. Well buddy, if you
like shit so much, might as well eat some. I read somewhere there`s a job
opening for a dog shit vigilante Contact
address:
Mark Ritchie
94 Main Street
Forth
Lanark
ML11 8AB
UK
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