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"Hi, my name is Cape, and I'm..."
Escapism.
This word carries as much delusion as a Kilgore Trout novel, potency as Maya Angelou’s bird cage, and subversion as Dr Manhattan’s big blue penis in conveying why we cherish art. The experience of one artist who wanted to escape the mundanities of life through the exploration of imagination allows their reader to do much the same. Since the first words we ever read, we’ve been sculpted as writers. We are authentically us because they – the artists we cherish – were authentically them. Their subjective realities disprove the mass subscription to an objectively served reality, as every word written, and subsequently read, is a whispering portal to be leapt into like a flaccid-tongued pup jumping through the spray of a fountain.
Experience.
Our magazine is about discovering your voice (yes, you, reading this, house hunting for; the poem that makes your tutor's mouth pucker like a cat’s asshole; that glorious monstrosity of genre, style, and form; that visual piece that makes our eyes bleed at its horrific beauty) and showcasing it to our readers. You don’t need to be acquainted with what we’ve published beforehand to submit (though we are propagators for reading as vastly as you can), you don’t need to state what genre it is, and you certainly don’t need to alter what makes your writing your writing to be featured. We simply want to read words that have been curated with passion and poise, whether poem or prose, and see the art and photography that’s too good to be flushed down the whirlpool of social media. We want monomaniacal musings (of humans, not AI) and never 'art' by consensus, fad, or hashtag.
Exploration.
There will be themes because we are always inspired. But you can smelt that theme down and cast it anew with your own escutcheon. We should always be aware that we are all of our inspirations. We detest being censored for what we feel, and so we will never turn a piece down for being too graphic or too authentic. We (Briony and Aaron) thank you for your support of this little magazine that could. We (the royal We) must support the art that moves us, breaks us, saves us, and reminds humanity that vanity is insanity.
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