ON WRITING.
Goldsmiths Creative Writing Zine | #2
EDITOR'S NOTE ON WRITING. The online platform for creative writers of Goldsmiths to unite, share and express. Printed per term. NON-EXCLUSIVE and open to anyone, any writing. // Zine #2 ~ words for the sake of words. LILA TRISTRAM
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Don't Dream It, Be It. - Dr. Frank-N-Furter, Rocky Horror Picture Show
KELLEY MONCRIEF
10 fingers
When I think about your body, All I see is a pixelated image of violence.
They’ve tied you up within 2 dimensional fun. 1st is the laugh. 2nd is having breakfast with Al Capone. Sir, do you want some more mortality within your mourning tea?
Jimmy Raptus
10 fingers ‘tween me and what has become everything else
Favourites
Did you know that John Wayne died with 40 pounds of crap in his colon they say Elvis died with 60 pounds in his colon I found this on a web site the other day
I wished I had kept it under favourites they say I found a man another day white man sucking elephant toes white toes for 10 cents on a click. that I was glad I hadn’t kept it under favourites.
SURVIVOR trust me babe I've been here all my life and if anyone should know its me just ask them im a pillar of the community but I'm tellin ya this is no way to live and i would know only lived here thirty years i know the wrong uns from the right uns and you heard it here first i grew up round the corner and people are changing we are just strangers now you know i used to walk out my door and say hello to everyone but i guess its better than waking up in your own bed choked to death.
Holly Bond
Anna McNutt
It’s about an old book called Facebook
Ting-Ying Kuo
Facebook is not actually an old book. Remember that MSN thing? Some insist not having Facebook, and I have been one of them until 2012. Before that, I used email and blog. Anyway, five years is enough to be old in the time like this. I suddenly sound old to use ‘the time like this’. I know. Facebook becomes the thing like old phone book. I’ve got the classmates from the elementary school and even some people in the same group for a presentation in college. Some ‘friends’ I don’t really want to be involved with anymore. I don’t mean to hurt anyone’s feeling, but sadly I might be a friend that someone never think of contacting again as well. A sad truth. My friends like to play with other’s account and post some hilarious things on the page, or send a message to people. It’s a daunting joke that we assume that the account with a photo is the actual people we know. It’s scary because I was so close to some kind of Internet fraud on Facebook. Hey, I am so antisocial that I have lots of social media accounts, and I seldom post on my page. How do they know that he was the person that I would like to contact again and was willing to help him no matter what? Funny coincidence. Silly me. I got other medias to use, or say a bit too many. What I do is separate myself into different parts. I have a list of them, not to mention the three blogs I had. It’s scary, isn’t it? It sounds like I have horcruxes like Voldemort does, and it sometimes drives me crazy. I said to myself, ‘Take a break from those social media,’ but I ended up opening all of them again and again, like blinking in every 5 minutes.
stop! -Back in my day… u say -When I was your age… no! u were never my age and i will never be urs. to be young & beautiful in 2018 is to be young & beautiful during the end of the world. youth has been redefined into a thing with celebrity attached. more ppl have seen my face by the age of 20 and shown appropriate fealty than heard ur name before the invention of the internet. -Kids these days… there are none. childhood can’t be afforded to one constantly on display. documentation destroyed the awkward phase. i see superstars, not kids.
Kelley Moncrief
Mildred Cheng
leaf on the water why should i bother everything is finite like the leaf that will probably blow right across the regents canal and to be honest well it'll end up as part of soil or part of nature that's the cycle of life hit me with a rifle or stifle this life is suffocating anyway so many words to say falling leaves autumn passed and it's winter now it's deeper as the seasons change
From: Holly Bond Mildred Cheng Kelley Moncrief Lila Trisram and all those who submitted their stories.
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