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What a mighty goodbye–The awesomely HUGE last issue of red lightbulbs.

15 Feb

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:

Two poems by Justin Carter

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.

“the house that stole the moon” by Cassandra de Alba

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.

“the recorded world was set on fire” by Curt Miller

two poems by Jordaan Mason

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

But what in the world am I talking about, showing you, etc.? Go read the HUGE GOOD thing.

Collaborative Issue of Red Lightbulbs

6 Dec

Been meaning to go Whoop around here about the new issue of red lightbulbs a good chunk of time now. Jammed volume of collaborative pieces right there. I love how it shows the true diversity of collaborative writing, how it happens nowadays, the internet and ease of back-and-forth, etc. Over the head of that is how straight up good the writing is. Somebody enjoy this with me!

from “Blackbird” by RL Goldberg and Jonas Q

she sits on her knees and the three men stand over her and try to be the first one to finish in her open mouth. one man squirts in tiny fast springs across her chin. the other two still are working on it. she looks like a baby bird, you can see right down her throat, and she’s waiting, as if waiting for her mother to bring her a worm, or a snake, or something that will nourish her until she is able to jump from the nest herself—jump and find new ways to feed.

from “[Excerpt From Twitter Novel]” by Jackson Nieuwland and Matt Margo

tiny tongues sprout from my skin like hair that tangles. they tie themselves together, tasting each other’s ooze. i try to ignore the sensation and make sense of it but my brain is now a gaping maw: empty, starving, swallowing itself. i stumble from my home in search of __________. my eyes gnash their teeth at passersby and I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO. DENTIST? DOCTOR? COLLEGE? GRAVEYARD? my thoughts grow mouths and swallow each other.

“We Are Over The Spaces Touching” by Carrie Lorig and Chad Redden (You just gotta see this cool thing!)

Seriously, this whole issue is one firework show of stellar collaborative writing. Check it out!