If you’re into songs without music, this might be just the thing you’re looking for. Lots of rhymes, 40 or 50 different typefaces, everything crooked on the page. When poet Louise Bak writes in one of her poems, “180 degrees of aggravation” the sentence is arced in a semicircle. There’s cunts, heavy loving globes. The thought police make an appearance. Two sheets of newsprint folded in half. All done in purple and black.
lit zine / publisher: David Langer / main creator: David Langer (editor) / $ Donations are greatly appreciated / 932A Manning Ave., Toronto, ON M6G 2X4