Saint John

“And if bad luck should lay my strength
Into the shallow grave,
Remember all the good you can”

- John Cornford

Smell of Female: how a bunch of exploitation directors rolled with some street-fighting girls and created the ultimate feminist icons

Ladies and gentlemen — welcome to violence!

The Fic-Blogosphere Manifesto

There’s a spectre haunting the blogosphere, and it is the spectre of too much commentary. The Internet was supposed to allow for a creative revolution in literature. It was hailed as the avant-garde technology of avant-garde — oh, what the hell, just plain new — writing.

But the lit-blogosphere has instead developed without any over-riding artistic ideology devoted to the potential of the medium itself. As prolix but disjointed as an email written on a caffeine-high of organic dark chocolate and re-heated coffee at 2 a.m., it contains its fair share of brilliance. But to what end? Serving what purpose?

We acknowledge the vitality of the lit-blogosphere! We salute its prolific nature, its earnestness, its seriousness! May a thousand interesting comments threads bloom!