This blog may be in danger of becoming PR for Dirty Bristow magazine but this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I also need to disclose a personal interest in the success of the magazine as I have a short story published within its rather stylish pages.
For those who may not be aware, Dirty Bristow is a literary manifestation that aims to publish the best prose the editors can get their dirty editorial hands on. Most magazines tend to edit and publish articles based upon the advertising space that they have to fill. Dirty Bristow has a rather different attitude – No Ads, No Rules.
As a consequence, financing this little gem requires a little imagination of the fund raising kind. So last night they decided to host an event to launch issue two – The Bristow-lympics.
There was music, booze, comedy, booze, games, booze and a rather tawdry spectacle of a man dressed as a gorilla. For this, there can be no excuse. You can view some photos from the event here and here.
The magazine itself is the finest piece of self-financed art that two people can produce. Not only are there words of rather irresistible joy but there are also accompanying illustrations of equal lusciousness. My own little tale is entitled, The Young Man & The Reservoir. A story of youth, love and fishing. Here’s a little excerpt:
His unconscious mind very quickly created dreams. He was submerged in water but somehow still breathing. Indefinable things would float past him. He tried to swim after them, but his body would remain in one place, no matter how much he tried to move. He then saw something slowly coming towards him. It was shapeless yet he felt that it somehow belonged to him. It was a huge mass of nothingness that was getting nearer to him, ready to be formed as something. He tried to reach for it but it disappeared. Simon was left floating alone again. He then began to hear sounds like distant voices, but still he couldn’t move. He then saw something else begin to take shape from a distance and it swam towards him at a great speed.
If you want to read the rest of it then you will have to buy a copy of the magazine. This may sound mercenary, but just bear in mind that all those involved don’t get a single penny for their work, so the least that you can do is a buy copy you cheap bastards.
I’ve always been told that it’s best not to be rude to potential customers, so I would like to rephrase my last sentence. Could you please, for the benefit of writers, artists and for the sheer pleasure of possessing something wonderful purchase a copy. I hope that’s sold it to you.