DO IT YOURSELF
Imagine writing words that become a story and speaking the words out and the words sound like you and as the last word drops you feel a smile on your face because you know it... Know what?... This... your story feels real, a real that will connect, a connection with likewise others that have been there, have seen it happen, felt it, been stung by it, fought it, and win or lose this share is a win, a together, reader/writer, same, this fuck-up a belonging vision of us, right here, right now... Now imagine ripping those pages out of your notebook, screwing your words into a tight ball, stuffing that tight ball into your own mouth then with a rusty needle and coarse thread, sewing your lips together fuck-it stitch by fuck-it stitch, your story now nothing but a soft mosh of blood and spit inked into a murmur, everything that you could have said now swallowed, a lump in your throat that would have been poetry, yours, a truth now unsaid... because? Welcome to the act of sending your words out into a lit-world that is, gate-keepered by a class that don’t know your life, refute it because to them it seems rusty needle and coarse thread, a language of unnecessary curse and crude claw, uneducated by choice of ignorance and futile rant... What do they know of life? What values can they offer us? What beauty lies within a mongreled council estate? Give us rivers and butterflies, give us soft pause as a silk handkerchief falls to a high-heeled lawn, give us the heart that we feel beating within our own hearts, shielded from dirty fingernails and aching backs, hidden from minimum wage and hand-me-downs, castled away from no way out and determinism and hierarchy and the fee-fuelled impossibility of higher education... so, yes... thank you for your submission... but we feel it doesn’t quite fit with our publishing ethos... NO. STOP. DO NOT SUBMIT. DO IT YOURSELF. FOR YOURSELF. AMONG YOURSELVES. GO READ THE HAND JOB ANTHOLOGY AND SEE WHY, AND HOW... here.