If in Orwell’s 1984, the future is “a boot stamping on a human face—for ever,” our present is one in which our bosses make us lick their boots, and then trick us into thinking a few dirty coins make this not a misery, but a privilege. We shouldn’t be using James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhall to make it look, even in a minor way, like that’s something that can be reworked into a positive.
Another A Rrose in a Prose is happening February 8! This time, we’re doing it not only at Stories Books, but also in collaboration with L.A. Zine Week! It’s going to be a literary salon and ne’er-do-well performance gathering and happening of exotic and erotic means and ways that even the GODS mayest tremble at, […]