O L D Q U A R T E R L Y

O L D Q U A R T E R L Y began as a secret self-indulgent response to a seasonally-idiosyncratic mind. It now exists outside of an apartment and includes various work by artistically inclined outsiders spanning the globe. O L D believes in supporting and indulging every naked mind unconditionally. Each issue is topical and no topic will ever be repeated during its existence as a publication. Each issue is formatted to best articulate the topic discussed, existing in handmade editions of 50.
O L D is compiled and published by Brooke Manning, in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

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bloodoftheyoung:

Brooke Manning is a lovely lady who, amongst other things, curates and publishes OLD Quarterly, a Toronto-based literary journal filled with amazing words and images. I understand that we’re primarily a photo-blog, but this zine is actually important, and I feel as though the majority of you are interested in words. We recently both showed at Zine Dream 2, and I was so awed that I decided to ask her to share a few words… and all I can say in response is “Exactly.”

WHO:

I am having trouble answering this.
I have stared at this question for 17 minutes.
I wrote once:

if there is a secret to my being
it is that i rarely feel human
i don’t know what’s happening but
my feet hurt
and there is blood in my
body

.. so I will put that.


WHAT:

send me your marrow
there’ll be certain bloodshed
and i’ll fed the hungry
with all that’s inside me-
i don’t think in assertion
and i’d like to not own myself anymore…
(perhaps i can’t tell what WHAT is anymore?)

WHERE:

blessed my marrow
(bones) swell
in
love-truth
beams… kindly…
now I:

get money
make copies
library books in elevens
mail souls back to owners
dog food (the good stuff)
locate shadows in paradise in room (pay fine if located)
-check in that stack over there-
stout (please)- non of that flavoured shit either-
i don’t care if gluten hates my guts
i am stomached from gin-
ing.

wednesday has
come way
early today

WHEN:

I will
meet at ‘I
miss you’
3 o’clock——
There will
be
two
glory
hail mary’s
towards precious
lust-
filled sun
harvest-

I will kiss you like you don’t have lips.
My arms so sweater’d but I’m not complaining.

WHY:

Not why.
Only if there is need.

HOW:

Now?
Can I have you when
this world is over?
You can have me
now or later or never-
just lend me your mind at least for just
a minute.

(Source: bloodoftheyoung)