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Call for Submissions: Smalls 4

SMALLS is a monthly inceptual webzine hosted on the third Wednesday of each month. Incomplete and out-of-context works presented like workbooks or alluring puzzle pieces that, in theory, are to be added together to build greater wholes. If you have an interesting fragment or work in progress that you’d like included in the next issue of smalls, guidelines & deadlines below:

Text Submissions must be 500 words or less and compatible with Wordpress formatting.

Visual-media submissions must be 525 pixels wide or narrower, of any height.

Sound files must be no longer than 2 min and 30 seconds, and in mp3 format.

Works will be selected by visceral response on the part of the editors, regardless of their subject matter, but particular focus will be on Seattle, the art shows & poetry readings that happen there, and small press books.

Please send submissions as links or attachments to will [at] pilotbooksseattle [dot] com by midnight on Wednesday, September 22nd. They will be published the following week, on September 29th.

“I am sending you a small work about which one could fairly say that it has neither head nor tail, since everything in it is both head and tail, alternately and reciprocally. Consider, if you will, what admirable convenience this arrangement offers everyone, you, me, and the reader. We can cut wherever we want – I, my reverie, you, the manuscript, and the reader his reading – because I don’t bind the restive will to the interminable thread of some superfluous plot. Remove one vertebra, and the two pieces of the twisted fantasy easily rejoin one another. Chop it up into fragments, and you’ll see how each of them is able to stand alone.”

Ch Baudelaire

“The attempt to do anything major now in a world full of major shit going down just seemed idiotic and really egotistical.”

Matt Browning

“History turns on small events; an emphatic hit delivered with such sincerity, and we are suddenly resonant, as though ferning (better take it easy here), as though applauding ourselves. Unexpectedly, the furies have been released, and for our time they will flourish on ice. Now is a critical match, one more beginning of real social upheaval, an enthusiastic burst forward bent, So that now the line, this foreighn red rigid line is unbearable and without jurisdiction, intolerable, barbaric, a prototypical pretext. There can be no neutrality, so that’s the way it is, this perpetual combat incarnate a form of revenge. By knocking him out, you know. A lot of Stupid things are going to happen from now on.”

“Ben Hur under the bed. He so yearns for saucy. Plinth of the state – the fashion for huge.”