If you’re looking for a good excuse to kill yourself, check out the first dozen or so pages of oh-woe-is-me Black Cat ejaculate in this issue. And if, by the time you get to page 13, you’re getting into that feeling that everything in the world is grey and dirty and smells like shit, you might want to skip Niedzviecki’s two short- shorts, because they’ll make you feel good. Ditto for Elyse Friedman’s “What To Do What To Do.” Fortunately, Friedman’s story is followed up by a poem that boasts: “This poem was written in less/than one minute at a boring/poetry/Reading…” And it reads like a poem that was written in less than one minute. The next happy little ditty begins: “Face it. You’re fucked.” BC is probably the most jaded, cynical lit zine you’ll find out there. In some cases the cynicism is so profound that it manages to transcend the grim.
lit zine 48 pages Publisher: Black Bile Press Main Creator* Matthew Firth (editor) $2.50 1315 Niagara St., #4, Windsor, ON, N9A 3V8