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Welcome to the Guild of Outsider Writers!
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Call for Submissions
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Posted by David Blaine
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Thursday, 03 July 2008
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It's summer, you're bored, and it's too hot to play outside, so what to do?
Become famous! Enter The Guild of Outsider Writers "Unite the Write" contest.
Your display of compositional dexterity will surely amaze your friends and startle any enemies you happen to have.
Here's the sizzle:
1) To be considered as a finalist, each contestant must submit three pieces of writing, a poem, an essay, and a piece of fiction.
2) There is no specific theme, but all pieces must revolve around their own theme. (i.e. If you write an essay on the Care Bears, your poetry and fiction work must also be on the Care Bears)
3) Word Count Requirements for each:
Poetry: No more than 50 lines Fiction: No more than 2000 words Essay: No more than 2000 words
4) All entries must be sent into:
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by midnight on July 31'st, 2008. Please attach in 12 point Standard MS format and via attachment WORD doc or RTF
5) Winners will be announced on August 15, 2008 at 10:52:04pm or somewhere before or after that time.
6) Winner gets copies of books/chapbooks by OW members McGinins, Hyde, King and Finch. Good late summer reading!
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Lit Circus
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Posted by MELISSA HANSEN
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Thursday, 03 July 2008
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A Trip into Town
Soles slip on nazi grey foreign face reflected in glass, pupils large and pebble black with Saturn rings. Even in the middle of the Café, clutching my cup, sitting on a busy nest of tables; in the shopping centre, herds heaving and swilling, girls giggling and babies screaming, phones ringing, store security alarms bleeping; I am never quite solid, the ridges of my arms and legs diffusing, bleeding into some oily liquid, then vapour, the hubbub repeating like some ritual noise or Witches chant, speaking in tongues, dead as Latin.
Written by A.D.Hitchin, 2008. Published in 'Origami Condom' issue 7
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Reviews
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Posted by Victor Schwartzman
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Friday, 20 June 2008
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The Laziest Secretary
Jennifer Blowdryer 12.95
Zeitgest Press/ http://www.zeitgeist-press.com/
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Zeitgeist-Press 1630 University Avenue #34 Berkeley, CA 94703
Reviewed by: Christopher Robin
“If she could somehow harness the energy she put into a free dinner into trading on the stockmarket, she could have funded the early retirement that had been her dream since preschool. Latoya hadn’t wanted to dress up like an Indian Squaw in a cardboard hat and dyed macaroni beads, she had not wanted to multiply, and she had especially not wanted to attend gym. Her childhood passed in a dizzying array of fake illnesses and hall passes. She had never for one moment wanted. To do. Anything.”
Zeitgest delivers another winner with this very funny book by long time punk poetess/writer/food critic/musician Jennifer Blowdryer. The main character, Latoya, is an overweight, frumpy temp worker (this book was first printed in the 1990’s and this is the 2nd edition) who hates (loathes, despises, cringes at the thought of) getting up in the morning. And of course, coupled with that, she also hates to work, and will go to (mild) lengths to get fired (she doesn’t have to do that much, which suits her).
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Lit Circus
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Posted by MELISSA HANSEN
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Friday, 20 June 2008
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Spread
A muskmill, this room that rents for sixteen dollars an hour with its ghosts of slap-lip, torn slip, the bulletsnick of a zipper. Only bonepocket, whiskey stagger, a bruised leg keep her from slipping digitalis in his drink. Pout. Click.
And he knows a woman worn on the wrist like a wire hanger can be sweet-centered— blackberry jam and loose custard in a warm spoon.
Pull focus: kohl eyelids, glossy tongue, her thumbpressed spine. Shell-pink panties draped on the dusty lampshade—
Subject: that dark blade pressed to her exquisite clavicle.
Object: the bluish skin of a woman shaved, a skinless pineapple, photoflat and pixilated in a red merry widow.
Exhale if you want. It’s your dollar, your fist.
(originally published in Zygote in My Coffee, #103)
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Posted by Victor Schwartzman
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Monday, 16 June 2008
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Sirens Anthology/Five Femme Fatale Poets Misti Rainwater-Lites, Debbie Kirk, Jude Lynn, Iris Berry & Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Sisyphus Press P.O. Box 10495 State College, PA 16805-0495 www.sirens5.com
Reviewed by Christopher Robin This anthology is nothing short of an outsider epic. It is composed of five hungry female poets who may bring to mind Patti Smith, and other goddesses of Rock ‘N’ Roll-and-the-Word, Five writers that have not succumbed to self-destruction, (like many of their predecessors), but are saving their own asses (and ours if we’re lucky enough to read them) through their writing. And isn’t that what it’s all about? Debbie Kirk’s poetry is a good example of this. Historically, we have lost many writers to mental illness and suicide. Hence, her poetry is pure redemption: “I’m a crime scene sex idol/the bastard child of Burroughs,” (from ‘My Cross is Upside Down and I’m Dizzy.’) And yet, more than merely pulling us into despair, Kirk, a veteran of the punk and poetry scene, shows us how she has survived the horrors of addiction and abuse, and may in some way instill courage in her readers (mostly based on the fact that she has lived to tell): “even my closest friends won’t offer me a hand up/I spent two weeks in that roach infested shelter for battered women/but I lived/ so I’ve stopped asking for help/and stopped waiting for it,” (from ‘A Mercy Killing’). The titles alone will draw you in: “Judas and Idle Hands,” “Crazy People Eat Glue,” “What is the Color of Evil,” “My Arena of Hate…” Often self-deprecating, and sometimes empathetic, she usually gets the last word: “I know we are both scared of ourselves/I know we are both scared of each other/But today I’m on fire/and you’re fucked, (“From ‘Climbing on Top.’) Poignant, rebellious, cathartic, and delivered with a sneer, if you dare to delve into her mind, you may be tempted to reach for the razor blade, but I would recommend that you keep reading instead, hold these poems to your heart and hold on tight, praying to whatever god you have left. Comments (2) | Add as favourites (15) | Quote this article on your site | Views: 272 | E-mail
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Outsider Writer Interviews
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Posted by Pat King
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Sunday, 15 June 2008
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Pat King: Lit Up Magazine just seemed to come out of nowhere. Did you plan on starting a webzine for a while or was it a sudden decision? Mikael Covey: There were a couple of things that went into that - one, so many great writers around today, and so many great zines... Yet the zine editors saying they only accept maybe five percent of all submissions. So I wanted a forum that was maybe more open. Secondly, I wanted to reach a younger audience because really, there are great literary ezines out there, but I don't think kids, teenagers, are aware of that. So I wanted to reach out to them, bring them into the fold of avid readers; like an alternative to playing video games or just killing time. And, there're a bunch of other reasons, I suppose, but those two make me sound altruistic and noble, so let's go with that.
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Posted by Victor Schwartzman
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Wednesday, 11 June 2008
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Come for the Apocalypse, Stay for the Widgets A Review of Bad Attitude by Leopold McGinnis Reviewed by Pat King If you want the best example of contemporary outsider writing from the last couple of years, then you should read Leopold McGinnis’s self-published book, Bad Attitude. The book is cynical, funny, and yet, deadly serious about its subject. And it’s a polemic in the best sense. It takes the topic of consumerism, lays it on the operating table and examines its guts. The subject of the book is the end of the world, the apocalypse, something I’ve been incredibly interested in recently. Comments (3) | Add as favourites (19) | Quote this article on your site | Views: 264 | E-mail
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