Sad to see this, type this, feel this, but red lightbulbs, one of those magazines I genuinely whoop for each time, one of those magazines I actually return to, to show people this is why online magazines are cool/matter, red lightbulbs is flipping the off switch (well, I’ll assume here the archives will stay well-lit, but new issues are no longer a thing over there is what I’m trying to say).
But boy oh girl, they said goodbye with a mighty backdrop of fireworks, a real proud showcase of the goodness they do. Wow, seriously this thing is HUGE. I say, CHECK OUT THE WHOLE THING, but to get you jamming that way, here are a few of my favorite moments of this final hoorah.
So many people who have been vouched before and/or whose books model on the Vouched tables, like Sasha Fletcher, Zachary Schomburg (with some translations of Rebotier), Diana Salier, Carrie Lorig (another scatterstate!), Blake Butler, and many more!
Also, be sure be sure be sure to check out some of these awesome pieces:
from “my father catches a live alligator”
& says stab this knife into her spine & I say do alligators have spines then Google it. I return to the yard & my father is inside the alligator’s stomach. How terrible: being swallowed before you are ready to be swallowed. Hello Father inside the body that does not belong to you.
A bunch of kids lived there and they kept it in the attic. At parties they would lead you up the sagging back staircase a few at a time and let you touch it, how at other houses people would fade off to the attic in threes and fours to split sheets of acid or hit homemade bongs that nearly grazed the low ceilings.
from “the sound of mandolins”
lest we remember how time brought us here: walked from
plateau to plateau in grotto gowns, planting plans into our
living room furniture, the spice rack, the refrigerator filled
with rotted vegetables, leftovers—washing my hair in the
sink with silk, sun barely coming in through the bricks, his
science in the next room singing current events