Hello!
This is Bil Sabab talking.
A ciuple if years ago following demise of seks-ua and way before brave new wird really started i was trying out different concepts. I was trying to come up with really engaging poetry magazine that will provide wrietrs with space to experiments, gace them proper exposure and inpired others. It was called atrophied poetry. It was on tumblr you can check it out.
Atrophied poetry on tumblr flopped miserably. No one cared. Some people were submitting stuff but nothing special. It was crap it wasnt working. It had no excuse to exist. Then i started cut n splash which is now arguably the best collage comic in the world nobody gives a fuck about. Years passed - ive tried my best at undergroundbooks but sibce the whole thing is fucking puece of elephant dung drowned in monkey pus - it didnt worked out well. It was there. Some stuff was good. Miekal and is geniys and so was heathcite williams. But the only really good things were images ive snapped from wikipaintings for the posts. It was miserable. But u tried. Byt no one gives a damb uf youre trying and fail. There is nithibg respectable. You need to get through. Last year ive tried once again and failed better. Way better.
Brave new word is the kind of magazine i wanted to do since ibfirst stepped into seks ua in 2012. I dont think i could even do it any earlier. Hell ive tried to do it in spetmber 2016 but failed to fet it together. It took me a couple of months to figure out what i want to do and how to realize it.
It wasnt as mych hard as hwavily proceastinating. Igrww tired with this art shit. If you live in ukraine you get bullied for being artist because artists are nothibg nobodies fucking losers. That kunda gets ubder skun once in a while. But i soldiered on and now im ten issues in and going strong.
Then unthinkable happwned - i was given the keys to ex ex lit - the single greatest poetry blog in existence. And so i thought - im growing. I need to expand and i need to try out something completely different. Abs so im here. Bringing arrophied poetry baxk and this rime im gonna make it righr.
What is atropbied poetry? Imagine something wrobg, deformed, eroded, corrupted or misguided. Thats it. Atrophied poetry is the place for something inappropriate. Incorrect. Inconceivable. Just for the sake of making.
