MAGA - ZINE
John Asparagus is a zine in good ol' print form. It's in stores at Family, Skylight Books, Meltdown Comics, Golden Apple and Beyond Baroque in Los Angeles.
Email me if you have any questions!: johnasparagus at gmail dot com
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PEOPLE PART OF THIS THING
Brad Conlin
This is not a love poem. That would be
a euphemism. This is a poem about a girl
who threw herself into the river
without being able to see the other shore
just because she loved the way the water felt
against her skin (which was pressing, which was
moving forward and forward
like fire along a trail of gasoline.) Or this is a poem about
a deer who accidentally became attached
to a lion. And sometimes she daydreams about the jungle.
Are there any jungle deer? she wonders, as she strokes
the lion’s paw and tells him stories
to make his lion’s heart slow down. Or. This
is a poem about a man who only wanted, all his life,
nothing more than a mountain
home. A rustic one, full of maple syrup and old books
and a stove that lights if you yell at it right.
And the woman waiting in the bathtub
with a candle. And the dog who likes to be
wrestled. And in the end of the poem the man
is there, the smell of pancakes in his nose and winter
humming outside in the trees.
And the man can’t bear it.
That terrifying realization: what he has
is finally what he wants,
and that’s the motherfucker of it all.
You have the mountain home. You have
the impossible sunrise. The only thing left
is to put your guard down and rise up coolly,
like the moon itself—
You can turn as old as you want to
but I’ll still be the one by the shore
with my hand outstretched.
Scroll down! Justin over at Skylight Books in Los Angeles curates the zines, and he has updated the site. Check us out!
Hi everyone, Colm Feore, father & actor here. I wanted to update people because the last few weeks I’ve been watching TNT movies, something called Clear and Present Dangerous with fellow actor Horrison Fard so I haven’t been able to get on the internet. John Asparagus, the magazine upon which you have entered this site for, is now up at Good Records in Dallas, TX.
People that don’t live in Dallas (I don’t, I live in the Cloud Place) should know that Good Records is one of the best music stores in the US of A, if there was a poll it should be voted as so. They have live music and beer most days of the week.
Anyway, if you’re in Dallas, and like waxen records, please stop by and support the store and the zine.
Conquer or perish,
Colm Feore, Actor
MANET:
It’s you. Rather… it’s Emile Zola… I just had a huge argument with Paul here, as to whether or not you were Chinese. Sorry, as to whether or not Emile Zola is Chinese. He thinks no, but clearly you are, and I believe I’ve been under the impression you’ve always been Chinese, sorry, that Emile Zola has always been Chinese, so… So in order to settle the dispute I painted this portrait using only my mental and emotional recollections of Emile Zola. By accessing my unique perception of the interior human condition, I attempted to recreate an accurate portrayal of the man Emile Zola, as he is. You can see that I’ve painted someone who is clearly not Chinese. Therefore, it is my conclusion, which I’ve reached using my awesome ability to paint how mankind experiences a concept, that you are not Chinese. Sorry, that Emile Zola is not Chinese. That no man experiences the concept of Emile Zola as Chinese. Therefore, you are not Emile Zola. Because you, sir, are Chinese.
ZOLA:
I’m not Chinese.
MANET:
Oh. Well that solves it, then. Paul, you were right, Zola is not Chinese, and this man is not Chinese, so therefore he must be Zola.
Congratulations Elizabeth! Click the attached link for her poem!
Up at Gloom Cupboard (Issue #108). Scroll down … it’s towards the end.
