Well, that's it for Queen Mob's Teahouse. It's closing time. Last orders, please. Cheers to all our wackily wonderful contributors. Thanks to all our ever effervescent readers. Peace and love!
Like Carla Lonzi, Queen Mob’s Teahouse and this writer have found themselves spontaneously ‘carried in different directions.’ And such is the gift of truly revolutionary writing.
This excerpt speaks to this particular historical moment for many artists (as based on my close circle of friends in conversation) and to my relationship with this beloved magazine. https://t.co/q6H1C2WBQi @Allisonuccia
It has been a place where ideas and forms could be experimented with and openly discussed. Carla Lonzi’s experimental interview based text will fit in well here.
Carla Lonzi: It’s a professional necessity not to miss a word of what’s going on. But, spontaneously, one feels carried in different directions. https://t.co/dK5xfHIR48 @Allisonuccia@dividedpublish@QueenMobs
The drive, the poetry, and for this, grave preparations must be made, the walks of sand raked, the rubble wall picked clean of dead vine stems, but what if poetry were something else entirely, not this purple weather with the eye of a god attached, that sees inward and outward?
Just wanted to say a big thank you for all the wonderful responses to this project and again to @RussellBennetts@QueenMobs and to say what a privilege to have work alongside the extraordinary range of beautiful work up on the site. Do check it out.
Seriousness and humor, in good balance. That's a healthy human being. Unfortunately for them, most people I know are poets. Too much of either or not enough of anything. Or. Too much of nothing at all.