ZINE | JEUNE ET POLI

Words cannot describe how much I love a good zine and my most recent uncovering is this new zine project by French photographers Juliette Gaudino and Michel Nguie that coincidently doesn't contain any words. Titled “Jeune et Poli”, it uses images as visual poetry (how French!). 

Translated in English as "young and polite", this mag certainly feels fresh, yet still contained within the parameters of a defined but malleable context, it's a provoking yet calm and melancholic publication.

Anyhow, that's enough pretentious waffle from me, check them out online here - Jeune et Poli 2

WORDS | RICHARD BRAUTIGAN

Boo, Forever

Spinning like a ghost

on the bottom of a

top,

I'm haunted by all

the space that I

will live without

you. 

Richard Brautigan

ART | WERNER KNAUP + NIMA YOOSHIJ

Love Werner Knaup's work, especially these emotive paintings of stormy seas.




The Boat - Nima Yooshij

My face is withered
My boat is stranded.

With my stranded bark I cry:
“I am stranded in sorrow
In this dangerous seashore
And the water is far away
“Help, O friends!”
A smile of derision breaks upon their lips
But directed at me
At my askew boat
At my tumultuous words
At my infinite perturbation
At my infinite perturbation
Suddenly a cry issues from me:
I fear but danger and annihilation
The commotion of `to be or not to be'
It is but for endangered life.”
With their mistake
I buy mistakes
From their disheartening words
I suffer
Blood spurts out of my wound
How can I dry the water?
I cry.
My face is withered
My boat is stranded
My words are clear to you:

One person is alone
I extend my hand to you for help

My voice is broken in my throat
And if voice is voluble
I cry
For your salvation and mine
I cry!