The juxtaposition here between the photocopied computer manual scrap paper and the writing fragments, collages and pictures copied onto the face-up side works nicely. This zine, with its green construction paper cover and its hand-written notes, really draws you into a certain kind of space. The poetry is drifted silliness pleasant in its own inauspicious way: “Starting through the window/At the daytime outside glare/He sees the sons of sadness/Waiting there/And the daughters of the rainbow/Hair shining in the sun/Standing on the corner/Outside of Two Star Restaurant/Each one of them, alone.” T. Angles’ story about the devil hanging out in a seedy bar in Hull was glum but in inviting — this zine conjures up a certain warped cynicism that speaks to a particular type of beauty. As it says on the cover: Always free, no GST.
zine / #47 / no known publisher / main creator: ? / free / Box 40, 90 Shuter Street, Toronto, ON, M5B 2K6