Alright, So...
I got pissed and inspired last night and thought with the greatest
delusions that if no press in Australia would publish my next
book, id start my own press - obviously i was tripping balls.
But thinking baby steps, I'm setting up an additional arm to HST in a word Press (think Zygott type shit). Basically asking for submissions of art, poetry - whatever you think dudes of the genre will enjoy. It might work, it might fail miserably, but im fucking god damn willing to have some what of a half assed attempt.
The first post features an interview with Chris Wade and Shawn Dimery on their new book of surreal tales, "The wax memory"
so calling all cars, calling all cars - give me your filth, all of it.
The HST Word Press . com
The International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics aim to celebrate shoddy B-movies and straight-to-video films. We will cover these flicks fondly, with tongues firmly kept in our cheeks. The one thing we ask of those who contribute to the Club is that you must watch the film in its entirety, even if this means having to strap yourself down onto a chair and getting your eyelids locked out like Alex DeLarge from ‘A Clockwork Orange’. It is imperative that you absorb the visual treats.
If you want to contact us, then we can be reached at: aprilmaymarch777@yahoo.co.uk
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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