- We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.
- The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt.
- Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist.
But how can you really care if anybody gets it, or gets what it means, or if it improves them. Improves them for what? for death? Why hurry them along? Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don’t give a damn whether they eat or not. Forced feeding leads to excessive thinness (effete). Nobody should experience anything they don’t need to, if they don’t need poetry bully for them, I like the movies too.
“To proclaim a manifesto you have to want: A.B.C., thunder against 1, 2, 3.”
There are fine monuments built to an aesthetic. That is not why we are here.
We are here because there are poems that need homes and there is always room for more distraction.
EDITOR: Caroline Crew‘s work has appeared in Salt Hill, PANK and H_NGM_N among others. Her chapbook ‘small colours like wild tongues’ is out from dancing girl press. She moves around but loves you.
ASSISTANT EDITOR: Chris Emslie lives in Alabama. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Jellyfish, Whiskey Island, Indiana Review and elsewhere. His t-rex impressions are unpolished but full of heart.
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