Side B

We've been talking to Side B Magazine lately. They're doing some really
great work promoting and publishing the work of artists and writers under 30.
Their magazine "will include poetry, prose, and art, as well as interviews by
successful artists and writers."


Be sure to check out their stuff and say hello.

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Meanwhile, we sent out our first round of acceptance e-mails.
We are still reviewing some pieces and art. We will be in touch soon.

Feel free to say hello. Any last minute submissions will still be considered.
Keep in touch.

xx

Language is So Funny!

We really enjoy people who play with language.
Here's something awesome:

"Retrosexual" is among the top ten user-submitted words for Merriam Webster.

Also, this makes me giggle; it is a euphemism generator.
The words don't really mean anything together, but you can sure tell what is implied.

We Feel Confused but Excited?

A Not-So-Odd Musical Couple:

The joint performance here of Aretha Franklin and Condoleezza Rice could be
described as being driven by the political concept of "equal time." Ms. Franklin's
most visible recent appearance was singing "My Country 'Tis of Thee" at the
Obama inaugural, so it's only fair that she should sing it again in the company
of a prominent Republican

Some antique photos of taxidermy to keep you interested.

You Betcha

Sarah Palin, stay away from linguistics.
More or less sincerely,
The World

Take a look at Sakura Publishing. They have some cool
new books out, particularly When Heaven Calls.
Some interesting ideas.

A Few Poems by Charles Simic

Our Angelic Ancestor

Rimbaud should have gone to America instead of Lake Chad. He'd be
a hundred year old and rummaging through a discount store. Didn't
he say he liked stupid paintings, signs, popular engravings, erotic
books with bad spelling, novels of our grandmothers?

Arthur, poor boy, you would have walked the length of Fourteenth
Street and written many more "Illuminations."

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.




Secret History

Of the light in my room:
Its mood swings,
Dark-morning glooms,
Summer ecstasies.

Spider on the wall,
Lamp burning late,
Shoes left by the bed,
I'm your humble scribe.

Dust balls, simple souls
Conferring in the corner.
The pearl earring she lost,
Still to be found.

Silence of falling snow,
Night vanishing without trace,
Only to return.
I'm your humble scribe.




The Old Man Told Me

There was a movie theater here once. It played silent films. It was like
watching the world through dark classes on a rainy evening.

One night that piano player mysteriously disappeared. We ere left with
the storming sea that made no sound, and a beautiful woman on a long,
empty beach whose tears rolled down silently as she watched me falling
asleep in my mother's arms.

Willowy Fashion

Skinny, Pale, and Feminine.



David Sciola was too big for Paris. Weighing just 76 kilograms with a
32-inch waist (81cm), the 188cm-tall model tipped the scales in the
French fashion capital.

Working abroad last year, he lost 6kg to strut the catwalks of Milan,
but even that was not skinny enough for the Parisian scene –
where lean is the new mean.

“In Milan, I trimmed down to about 76kg so I would fit the clothes.
I am 6’2″, so for me I would say that’s underweight,” he says.
“Paris tends to be even skinnier than Milan. You’ve got designers
like Dior who always go for anaemic, 17-year-old-bodies."