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(cross-posted from my Patreon page)

First – I owe y’all an apology. I’m MONTHS late on the zine grab bags. It’s almost cliche by this point for me to say I was hoping to finish that damn Chicago zine that has been sticking in my craw for like, oh…12 years or so? Maybe even more? That I PROMISED MYSELF I would get done in time for this mailing and. just. did. not…though I DID make progress on it. I finally just had to say fuck it so I can get this mailing out to y’all because there is so much going on and so many zines to share. And also I miss y’all.

I started the year with the very best of intentions to put more energy into this project. However, like many of you, multiple of my communities are currently under threat, or helping defend neighbors who are under threat, of fascist harm and/or death. So. There’s that. 

Like, there keep being all of these insane reasons for zines to be late. I should really write a book about them. “Sorry my zine was late, but it seemed silly to write about time management, specifically the issue about leisure time, when everyone is organizing to keep their neighbors safe from fascist thugs.” My skills and talents have been needed elsewhere. And I am thankful that I have modest skills and talents to give. Maybe I’ll write a zine about that some day.

I keep typing sentences here and then erasing them, because I have so many conflicting thoughts about literally everything right now. For example, I know logically AND spiritually AND strategically that creativity is a necessity in these times, but also creativitying out loud seems self-indulgent. So I have been mostly doing private art, and almost always visual art, which I am not skilled at, and therefore am self-conscious about sharing because OMFG if I am going to be taking up space with my art, it damn well at least better be GOOD art. Whatever the fuck that means. hahaha.

And please understand that rule applies ONLY to me. By all means, if you want to create “bad” art and share it, I will be all over that shit! I live on a steady diet of ironic memes, so I would DEVOUR anything with an ounce of sincerity.

Anyway, I don’t fucking know, y’all. Just please know that I stuffed every single one of these envelopes with love and appreciation. I am so thankful to have this tiny audience for my way-too-intermittent ramblings, and I truly hope you all enjoy the meager gifts I am bestowing upon you. You all…WE all. WE ALL deserve so much more.

I’m going ahead and making this post public, and cross-posting to my blog, even though it’s referencing paid subscriber benefits. 

If you can’t afford to pay for membership, and you want a zine grab bag, please reach out! I’m happy to trade or just send you things you might like. 

Also, if you have friends who might want to be paid members…I think I have capacity for like 10 more subscribers without feeling overwhelmed, so please do refer folks. 

Oh, and hey – if you make a zine and want to trade or send some for me to distribute or whatever, that’s cool too. When I have money, I like to support whoever I can…and I always like to hear about whatever y’all or your loved ones are up to.

I do everything simple and slow here. I don’t ever want to not be able to write little letters and stick little stickers all over everything. And I do my best to make sure all of the zines I share are made by real live human beings.

Hug yr neighbors.

❤ Lainie

Crustacean Zine Library’s Zine of the Month

Images of Wiring Dept. covers. On the left, Thurston Moore from Sonic Youth. On the right, Michael Franti from the Beatnigs.

I can still draw a perfect picture in my mind of the box I left behind in that ramshackle un-air  conditioned house in Austin, located less than a block from the access road to i-35, behind an auto body shop. The box sits atop the broken washing machine, and is as dilapidated as the house surrounding it from being moved cross country multiple times. That’s my memory of it, anyway, and how it used to be. Likely by now that house has been razed to the ground and converted into modern condos that look like two shipping containers humping, and the box has been long thrown in the trash after I left it there in my haste to leave behind the smell of rodent urine in the oven and my failed relationship with the boy I moved cross country to live with.

I’m thinking about this box because I believe, regretfully, that it was the final resting place of the letters sent to me by an influential zinester in my formative high school years. The letters were penned in perfect elementary schoolteacher blocky print, and contained quotes and stories about revolutionary people and strategies, mixed in with stories of a houseless person the author met in a laundromat, or a conversation had in passing with someone asking for spare change on the sidewalks of San Francisco.

The letters filled me with hope, and it seemed fitting that the author’s pseudonym, Eric Cope, sounds like hope when you said it fast.

Cover of Glorious Din's Closely Watched Trains LP

At the time we were communicating, Eric was a musician and label owner in San Francisco  who also published a large-format, uniquely designed zine called Wiring Dept. I reached out to the label, Insight Records, when a “punker than thou” friend of mine urged me to stop listening to Joy Division and listen to a cooler, more underground band that sounded a lot like Joy Division, but had way better punk rock credibility. This band was Glorious Din – Eric Cope’s band.

I remember ordering “Closely Watched Trains,” Glorious Din’s second LP, from Insight. I can’t remember if I ordered the other albums on the label that are currently in my collection, including the compilation “To Sell Kerosene Door to Door” and Spahn Ranch’s “Thickly Settled,” but I loved them all. The label and the bands on it shared a certain folk sensibility that was rare in punk at the time, and the aesthetic of the label and the zine were woven into the way the releases were designed and distributed.

Eric wrote a personal letter and included it in the package, along with Wiring Dept. And I was intrigued. While it was common for label owners, distributors, and artists to communicate personally with their “fans” – Insight and Wiring Dept. had a polished look to them that made them seem somewhat inaccessible in that way. While the zine contained a lot of interesting revolutionary rhetoric, I’m not sure I would have been as drawn to it as I was after hearing stories from the perspective of the artist himself. In spite of the admonishment of punk to “kill yr idols” and not to engage in hero worship, I felt somewhat intimidated by the fact that this accomplished artist was interested in sending multi-page letters to a bored kind in high school who only vaguely understood the sociopolitical landscape from which Cope emerged.

I can’t say Eric introduced me to revolutionary  politics. I’d already earned my degree in imperialist and colonialist history from Punk Rock University. However, he was the first to introduce me to the breadth of leftist politics, both in his letters and in Wiring Dept. In an issue of Wiring Dept, featuring Michael Franti (then of The Beatnigs – currently, yes, THAT Michael Franti!) the words of Malcolm X, George & Jonathan Jackson, Kwame Nkrumah, Bobby Sands, Steve Biko, Angela Davis, Huey P. Newton, Ericka Huggins, Bob Marley, and Silvia Plath hug up against interviews and reviews of bands like Big Black, Stickdog, Sonic Youth, Andrew Worsdale, Barnacle Choir, Comic Book Opera, Adrian Sherwood, Systems Collapse, and Wire. All of this is interspersed with  photography, art by Sue Coe, and short articles about Israeli Imperialism, El Salvador, Indigenous Americans, and Nicaragua. It was a lot of information packed into a large format with striking graphics and typesetting, and it opened me up to an entire world of political philosophy that began with my introduction to Taoism, continued through my discovery of the Clash, was furthered by my introduction to anarcho-punk, and became solidified by pen friendships with several remarkable people, and their zines. Particularly, Mr. Cope.

Almost as clearly as the image of that dilapidated box, I have an image of myself as a teenager. I’ve stayed home from school to read and write letters, which was a fairly common occurrence through my high school years. I hear the sound of the front storm door suction as it opens to receive a stack of mail that is too large for the mailbox, and the whoosh of the aluminum blinds against the door as the storm door closes against it.

I read up on Eric Cope when I started writing this article, and it seems he continued to lead an interesting life long after we ceased communication. From the articles I read, he’s STILL doing some pretty cool stuff. It makes me glad. I have two issues of Wiring Dept. in the Crustacean Zine Library that are old and damaged and falling apart, and I absolutely treasure them and wish I had preserved them better, but I was too busy reading and learning and gaining inspiration from them to care. If ANYONE has any copies of this zine that they would like someone to care for, please consider sending it to me. I promise, I will cherish it.

Other sources:

https://afropunk.com/2019/06/glorious-din-the-essential-punk-band-youve-never-heard/

https://fanzinehemorrhage.com/tag/eric-cope/

https://pitchfork.com/features/profile/the-surreal-life-of-black-dog-bone-founder-of-the-legendary-rap-magazine-murder-dog/

Oyster

Just a quick note to let you know that my Etsy shop has gone live! I’m currently listing a couple of poetry chapbooks by Lorri Jackson called Scat and My Mouth is a Hole in My Face, as well as my new zine Oyster Lexicon: An A-Z of Me.

Get ’em while they’re hot!

 

(by Cole: Age 13)

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I spent much of the morning today thinking about artichokes. Working on my forthcoming zine, Oyster Lexicon.

In case I haven’t already described it (my understanding of this project has evolved over time, so I might have written about it before in a less specific way) Oyster Lexicon will be an alphabet of me (aka Lainie the Oyster) and A is for Artichoke. I have an artichoke drawing, a recipe, and artichoke mix…originally I thought I would just do 6 letters of the alphabet per issue, but it’s starting to seem like I might be doing 1-3 letters per issue, what with all of the artichoke media I’m going to gather. The zine will also be fully or partially full-color. I’m still debating about the size format. It will be hand-lettered (no computers will be used in the creation of the pages, but I will be scanning the hand-drawn/hand-lettered pages to do the layout and MIGHT do some computer editing after that.)

I’m super excited about doing a zine again. I had started to do one years ago after a trip to Chicago, but never really sustained an interest in it (though I do still have some great pieces that I was going to include in that zine that I might use for my “C is for Chicago” pages of Oyster Lexicon.) My plan is to put out the zine, as well as postcards and maybe notecards with the illustrations I’m making for each letter. I’d love to encourage people to send out actual mail, so I feel like making things that other people can use to brighten up the mailboxes of friends and relationships will accomplish another goal.

It’s been a long time since I last put out a zine, so I’m not entirely sure how I will do distribution. Ideally, I will be able to get some advanced orders to help fund the printing and mailing of the initial print run, which will hopefully continue to (mostly) fund any additional print runs. It’s not like I work at Kinko’s and can get free copies anymore. Speaking of which – do I still know people who work at Kinko’s and can get me a deal on copies? 😉

Etsy? WePay? Amazon books? iBooks? How are people promoting/distributing zines these days? If anyone reading this can give me any advice/suggestions, I’d really appreciate it.

In other news –

My new rhythm of days is working really well for me. I feel like I’ve achieved a pretty decent balance of internal/external time, and I’m making time for art and education as well as day-to-day practical things. I’m a little less worried about completing everything on my list, and am working on finding chunks of my week where I can just forget about time completely and focus on a task until *I* feel done with it, rather than when a clock tells me it’s time to be done with it. I still need to work on eliminating distractions and focusing on the task at hand (as evidenced by the fact that I got caught up in several facebook discussions during the writing of this blog post.) but I do feel like I’m spending the time I have doing things that are important to me, or essential to my family and community.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about dating, and how people without children maybe don’t really grasp the challenges in the lives of single parents – particularly custodial parents. Primarily, it’s odd to me how even very kind and understanding people can misunderstand how much of a financial and logistical burden it is to be the custodial parent of children – even when those children are older and not in need of constant supervision. As a woman and a feminist, for instance, I’m not really keen on a guy always picking up the tab for me. As a single mother who is struggling financially, however, you are damn straight I can’t even afford dating unless the other person pays. I’m totally cool with non-extravagant dating. I’m especially cool with cooking in or creating our own DIY entertainment…but it’s really difficult for me to help people understand that my inability to pay for a date is not a “reverse sexist” thing, but a “financial necessity” thing…and if I was the person in the relationship in a better financial situation, I would definitely be the person who offered to pay, or I would adjust my expectations of what a date might entail to ensure affordability. It’s a tricky subject, and it makes me want to avoid dating rather than having to attempt to unpack it with someone. hahaha.

Also, my children are not baggage. It might be challenging to date a woman with children, but it is hopefully a net positive. Oddly enough, I feel like my children become more of a challenge to my dating relationships as they get older. When they were younger, they tended to be more agreeable and open-minded about accepting people into our lives. Now they are more set in their ways and can be resistant to inviting new people in, even temporarily. I’m sure it’s difficult for a man to come into my home and be shunned by my adolescent boys, but that is the way adolescents sometimes are. It might be more exaggerated in my household because I am not a strict authoritarian, and my boys have always been very free to express themselves (for better or for worse) – but it’s the way it is. It’s really up to the adults in the relationship to navigate these issues…and I seem to find men who want instant acceptance from people who just aren’t designed to be uncritical of new people in their lives. It takes time. It takes time. It takes time. And the last thing I need is to be this person who is trying to solely balance the needs of the children with the needs of a potential new partner. Guess whose needs are going to come first every time, guys? You got it – the non-adults! The ones who I am obligated to care for until they are able to care for themselves. Which, by the way,  might not be the very day they turn 18. It could possibly take longer than that. Because all kids mature differently.

I suppose dating as a single parent of adolescent boys is a good filter for me, though. It’s a lot more difficult to get involved in relationships and situations that are overly-complicated and require more of me than I should be expected to reasonably give. I’m just not capable of accommodating another person’s needs above mine or my children’s right now. It’s challenging for me, because my tendency is to accommodate. My tendency is to invite chaos. My tendency is to try new and different things, experiment, and see where they end up. And while I might be giving up on some things that might, after some work, end up being beneficial…I just can’t spare the time and energy to get there at this point in my life. I require a partner who is able to give more than take right now. I require a partner who accommodates me, more than requiring me to accommodate him. That FEELS selfish to me, but it’s reality. It’s where I am. And, really? I’m fucking worth it! hahahaha.