Nebula Issue #1 by Nebula News

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Hey there readers. Travis here, welcome to the first issue of Nebula. We’ve got an absolute shitload of material for you to peruse in this issue ranging from poetry to art to band interviews to prose and a heap of random artwork done by the team here at Nebula Productions. We’ve spent the last 6 months or so getting this beast off the operating table and out to your hands and screens. We’ve been contacting artists worldwide to submit their musings and we’ve managed to get a great response, so I’d like to give a MASSIVE shout to everyone who’s work is in this issue…so…Thanks from the bottom of our hearts, you’ve helped us so much and if you feel like giving some more, please do. For any of our readers out there (and I mean anyone) if you’d like to submit an add for you band or business or submit some art, poetry, prose, random bloggery, photography, interviews, ideas on improving the zine or anything else you can think of feel free to email us at nebulanews@hotmail.com and we’ll definitely give you a space in our zine, page and consider your recommendations.

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So have a read through the zine, place the stickers anywhere (viral advertising is amazing) and take some copies for your friends, there’s plenty to go around. We’ve got big plans for future issues and some other projects that fall under the Nebula umbrella so keep your eyes on the zine and on the screen. Well, that’s all from me for now, so We hope you enjoy this issue! I leave you with a poem. I’ve been reading the works of the Persian poet Omar Khayyam lately and sort of found this appropriate. Peace! Trav With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow, And with my own hand labour'd it to grow: And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd "I came like Water, and like Wind I go."

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the last vestiges cling like phantom fingerprints of a loved ones touch

once again the universe bared itself to scrutiny definition melted away, leaving simple essence and meaning

Nikolas Collopy-Wilhelm Santa Cruz, California; USA

eloquent fingers and lucid lips conveyed inner turmoil

put a little more fire on the fuel

realizations blossomed in tune with emerging spring joy and sorrow followed like content siblings

30.3.09 heard a flutter through the wind lucy was in town she guided me to a place of refuge where she was shared amongst a beast, a madwoman, and a snake

I heard you say there's no way of knowing the worlds ahead. To live for then would be so tragic a waste. And wherever this life may be going, nothing we make is immune to the erosion of time. And everything we do can never equate the sentiment of nostalgia. And across an ocean of time, this love proves so heavy. But when I reach the final shores, I will look back, across the sea, Albert Albanez with obliged eyes.

KYLAN LARSON is a self-taught artist based in California. His work is QUITE detailed – you can see each painstaking dot (he creates works which appear as though they have been printed). See more of his work at www.kylanlarson.com

To Be Titled; 2009.

Untitled (I Would Hurt A Fly); 2009. COURTNEY BRIMS is a Brisbane based artist and amazingly is self-taught. You can see a lot of inspiration from fairytales and Victorian illustration in her work. She has also done work for Curvy magazine and some of her illustrations have been adapted to t-shirts. Check out her site www.courtneybrims.com

ALEX GREY is a being from another world. Well that’s what I think because his work is that awesome. Mr. Grey melds together the physiological and the spiritual to create tripped-out, LSD-infused glowing portrayals of the human body and soul. He’s into that. You may recognise his work from Tool album covers. Check out his site www.alexgrey.com Taylor Wright Oversoul; 1997

Six artists to get into, or not... Your choice TRENT WHITEHEAD is an Australian artist based in Sydney. His recent work ‘Cornucopia’ portrays horned animals locked in conflict and includes a righteous selection of coulourful masks. See them at www.trentwhitehead.com

Match Up;2008

TWOONE (Hiroyasu Tsuri) was born in Japan and is now based in Australia. Twoone paints directly onto wood which give his paintings/ sculptures a characteristic earthy colour. He has also done skateboards. You can see influences of grafitti and skate culture in his work. He has also done murals and live painting – which would be awesome to watch. His site – twooneelephant.com

Lasyou Mon;2008

MARION PECK is currently a Californian based artist. She has some pretty crazy work – dogs without faces, Jane Austen looking chicks flipping the bird…. You should check out her site www.marionpeck.com Fuck You; 2008.

Revolution Instead of Rebellion Dedicated to Lucy 1 May we all pray That on this day December 21, 2012, Whether we survive Whatever coincides We find our way To the stars. Something very important will happen I'm led to believe on this day But whatever it is that will happen I'm afraid I cannot say. Something wonderful I hope Something that will bring us joy In this country of ours that chooses To sacrifice security for toys. 2 Torn from the chimerical scribblings Of a young high school boy We have reason to believe That a change is coming. We have reason to believe Based on circumstantial evidence That although it will be obvious It will also be confusing. Allow me to say My precious subalterns That I support All progression. But how can I support A change? Insanity! How dare you ask me For such serious indiscretion.

3 We have exiled all of our Dantes. We have used up all our hope. Now is the time for change to come. May we all rise up at the same time And simply change the world. That is our only choice. Everyone now, listen to me. What I am about to tell you Is very important: "Stand up, go out, and meet someone. Go forth and multiply. Allow someone into your heart. All at once now, we shall go, You and I shall meet and chat Together, we will change things. And if you don't want a new world Leave, for I don't want you here. I only want a change for us. There must be something new We must try to achieve our power Because now we don't deserve life. I don't want to be your leader, But I don't want to be your follower Let us all just do this, and never look back. I can count to three if you want. Everybody get ready, for the world will change. On my count now, everyone go... 1, 2, 3 This is the day that the world changed forever."

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Mary of Exeter William Seymour-Jones You light my day, you cloak the fear of my night. We found a wounded bird at work today, trapped between two buckets, survivng but on sparse water collected in the bottom of her pen, we took her to the vet, and upon the walk it made me think back to, Mary of Exeter, reincarnate. The valiant WWII pigeon, that came home from the front line each and every night to roost in her loft. To her loyal owner. To Britain. To her home. But one night she did not return from service, till very late, albeit four days over due her expect return date. She swooped in woozily, bathed in blood, with servere lacerations, marked from her neck to her breast. Her chest had been ripped wide open and she was bleeding profusely. She had been callously attacked by a craven nazi war falcon. Six stiches in her feathered supple skin, served tender the wound. She then returned, the following day, with not a single gripe nor groan, into the night. She set forth , back unto her mission of delivering messages of high import, to soldiers on the front line, in occupied France. Under nights cloak did she attempted to hide, but one night a german sniper shot hole through her wing. How ever brave, how ever valliant, how ever so, she managed to keep flying and return back home, with half her wing missing. Mary of Exeter, recognised for five years of service carrying top secret messages during the Second World War. She was the only winged creature to receive the Dickin Medal, and was buried at Ilford.

It's been a rough journey for Post-Hardcore outfit Dollarosa. In 2006 they were a solid landmark in the Ipswich music scene, until a fallout with the vocalist forced the band into a 2 year hiatus. Though the band kept writing music and searching for a vocalist, it was looking like all hope was lost. Then in late 2008, guitarists Micky T and Rhys, bassist Allanna, and drummer Dave, welcomed vocalist Jared Doevendans to the band. This conjured a whole new sense of enthusiasm and Inspiration. After months of hard work, they produced their first self-titled EP, boasting 5 explosive tracks. In July 2009, the band lost their original bass player Allanna, but were quickly revived by the introduction of new bassist Jason. Now with a solid line-up, a killer set of original tracks, with brand new songs on the way, this tightly-knit 5 piece Post-Hardcore band is ready to take on the world.

Her spirit, her valiance, her unwavering hope, her struggle to fulfill her duty, will never be forgot. For one day she might roost at your city loft and coo to you gently at night while you lay asleep. For her spirit may be what saves, redeems man from his ruthless gall in future years. R.I.P Mary of Exeter 1940-1945

THE COSMIC MIRROR: WHERE YOU INTERVIEW YOU :You play laptop? Do you play electronica?

CITIZEN LOUD

We can and, from time to time, we might – but, primarily, Citizen Loud are a rock band. We take a lot of influence from dance music and peripheral genres like funk and reggae but we are, first and foremost, a rock band. Are you loud? The loudness referenced in the name is more an ideological phenomenon than a sonic one. This is not to say that we aren’t a loud band on occasion but, generally speaking, we’re pretty regular volume musicians. We aren’t Motorhead – as much as we’d like to be. What’s this ‘we’ business? You’ve only got one permanent member in your band! There isn’t anything wrong with that, you know. Nine Inch Nails, Parliament-Funkadelic, The Orb, The Prodigy – all highly respected bands with but one permanent member. That said, I say ‘we’ because Citizen Loud is not a solo project and it never will be a solo project. All material is created in collaboration with other musicians. Those musicians just aren’t always the same people – though, sometimes, they are and it freaks me out when they join forces like that. Who do you play with then? Who are these supposed ‘musicians’ you speak of?

Untitled 32 This world, Forgetful by nature, Has chosen not to listen To its heart But Instead its own growing hunger. Never happy, nor content, It shudders with an addicted Withdrawal wrasp. As it pulls back To get that tender sliver of blood And pushes off with a quick pump Of his reflexive hand His mind is clear. Content to forget He'll float of into nothing With ignorance as his only companion. Samuel S Landy

I’ll play with anyone, really, but, in the past, Citizen Loud has comprised members of Mr Maps, My Fiction, Tara Simmons Band, Ubique Trio, IV Horsemen, Vestal Virgin and a clutch of solo musicians. There’s no rules or permanency about the line-up. It’s purely a matter of functionality. If I have time to play with someone, I’ll jam with them. If they work with the set-up, I’ll play live with them. Dude – what song was that you just played? That’s a difficult question to answer. We don’t play songs live. We improvise entirely. You improvise all your gigs? Isn’t that a little weird? Yes and no. It is unconventional but it certainly isn’t unheard of and the results aren’t exactly at the cutting edge of the avant-garde. The Necks and Miles Davis (during the mid-seventies, at least) improvise/improvised the entirety of their concerts while any number of DJs improvise their sets. The phenomenon of live techno (which, give or take some trippy ambience and noise, is pretty much what Citizen Loud does on stage) has been around since the late eighties and early nineties and was enjoyed by many people. You sure do name a lot of bands – do you think that makes your band better? Not at all. I think it helps to know precisely who one is ripping off but that doesn’t mean the end product will be any better. There are many experienced music journalists littered throughout Australia with bands that have completely and utterly gone unaided by the supposed knowledge of their helmsmen. Knowledge can only really take you so far in the arts – ‘those who can do, those who can’t, teach’.

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Was that a Gilmore Girls quote? Yes. Isn’t Gilmore Girls a little lightweight for someone as serious as you? Citizen Loud, while quite a serious artistic venture, is not a po-faced band by any measure of the imagination. Roots Manuva’s best album, 2008’s Slime & Reason, was made largely under the guidance of what he called ‘the giggle factor’ – if something made him giggle, he kept it. Citizen Loud operates in a similar fashion. That said, Gilmore Girls is not lightweight. It is awesome. Isn’t this a little egotistical – asking yourself all these questions? Yes – but Thom Yorke and Serj Tankian have both done it before me. And that makes it okay, does it? Yes. If someone has done something before you, it is no longer something you can be held responsible for doing. What about stuff like murder? Yes. That too. The courts disagree with you. Well, firstly, the courts outlawed homosexuality and considered suicide a crime until this century, so they aren’t exactly what could be called a beacon of truth and justice and, secondly, what do you know about the courts? You’ve never even pretended to study law. My sister studies law. So does mine. Well duh. You did point it out first, you know. Are you sure it was me that did that, though? There is that, isn’t there?

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#2 Day after day these tired faces, fill the same old, empty places. Sit and stare as time goes by. And time is just another word, Taken for granted until we learn, That it moves on though we stand still. Albert Albanez

Ode to My Beloved Farewell old seas of pain and strife Had not I spoke to thee But left without my valiant knife No place for it to be Without it's light to guide my steps On cold and tethered stones Without it's hand to catch my breath I walk this world alone Her vision sits in shadowed light Allowing not to show Her anguished scream of lonely night Her tears from long ago

Taylor Wright

I walk, I stride, I lunge toward Though further she remained These fragments in the sea forewarn Her destiny unchanged The distance walked and trek endured Regardless of how bold I'll keep my quest for love so pure For which I'll never hold From the Journal Of Atticus Of Attriark

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Born October 12th, 1875 at 36 Claredon Square, Leamington, Warwickshire, England to a wealthy religious family during the height of the Victorian era Edward Alexander Crowley would spend the first 11 years of his life traveling with his father preaching. After tongue cancer took his father away and replaced him with a large inheritance and private school the young Aleister Crowley found himself having sexual relations with both male and female prostitutes. This eventually led to Crowley gaining more and more interest in occultism and he joined the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Golden Dawn practiced Theurgy and Spiritual Development in 19th and 20th Centuries. Crowley was in the outer circle of the Golden Dawn and wanted to get in deeper but after being refused further initiation into the order Crowley went visited Macgregor Mathers (Founder of the Golden Dawn) and was immediately initiated. This angered the other members of the order and Crowley was soon caught up in an Occult face-off. Some years later Crowley was visited by Aiwass and was dictated The Book of the Law, its one rule Do what thou Wilt shall be the whole of the Law. This book in combination with the stele of revealing drove Crowley to form the philosophical religious group Thelema. Crowley would later combine O.T.O. (Ordo Templi Orientis) and the order of Thelema. By this time Crowley was well known amongst press and public as The Wickedest Man Alive and the Great Beast 666 and was traveling around USA and Canada practicing Sexual Magick. In April 1920 Crowley went to form the Abbey of Thelema where he would spend the next three years devoting his and the entire abbey’s lives to finding their True Will. He would spend three years in the Abbey before being banished by Mussolini in 1923, he lived for a while in Tunis and France until moving back to England to live the remaining years of his life. Crowley spent the last 15 years of his life further experimenting with magick, trying to publish his writings and also building up O.T.O. This was largely unsuccessful until about 30 years after his death when Grady McMurtry (then Outer Head of O.T.O) expanded internationally and interest was sparked in Crowley’s writings and the order. Crowley expanded his experimental techniques to the point of using consciousness expanding drugs and subsequently became an addict of Heroin (a side affect from heavy morphine use) and remained this way until his death on December 1, 1947, in Hastings, England. Crowley’s influence leeched it’s way into popular culture in the with Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin) buying his Loch Ness home in Scotland, Ozzy Ozbourne singing and naming songs after Crowley and further general interest in his writings and teachings saw them printed for the masses and still widely distributed today. Was Crowley The Wickedest Man Alive?

9.7.09 the repetitive drone of over tempo'd glitch caressed the foamy mountain knoll he appeared in front of me on cue, exit stage right hand opened palm, palm opened moon, exposing a white demarcation upon the traveled hands sacrament lay at my feet, eyes glittering with success through a noose framed face, jewels of blood caught in the knots the gift lay dormant, awaiting proper release and respect the mountain strained to give its children the vibrancy to coincide but the shadows and the lights had a different passion to play voices in the dark hearkened for retreat to somber territory upon arrival;giddy and anxious with the quiet release of an eagle scout's joy hands create whirlwinds of cause and effect, function in/function out, synapse relapse. and the road stretches wide its maw to the meek egos flaunt and Darrels taunt nary a whisper through the cochlea only the constant movement; virility of uncharted terrain presences are overstayed, cups of beer fall like the apathetic

the churning of feet and whistling of gears takes priority up to the forests among tthe dealers of discus, where horses teeter on the spindled legs of giraffes and there is no end in sigght alice is in her wonderlannd, and would rather chat about the lack of aphids with the flowerbeds speed, speed speed. rushing driving, hurting pleasing, ever ceasing always spiraling two sets of wheels carve through old crevasses in the cold concrete the lenses have aligned. tthe past has been retched from cold bosom of a martyr; peace; for all is in piecess and exists interdependently amongst the debris that gathers in chaos love; in every single fuckking moment in time. such hatred taken to such extremes, hot water hitting the fleshh like ice doves; answering and serrenading with the deft placement of wind and bony digits

Nikolas Collopyy-Wilhelm Santa Cruz, Caliifornia; USA

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