see? bye-bye green gal tho =)
The baby’s there finally!
Contributors’ gratis issues are on their way already (btw – Hadass, Joanna & Annegang, if you want a gratis copy, too, please e-mail your postal addresse!).
But before sale is officially on, I need to make some adjustmemts (sshhhh… paypal here we come!), you’ll hear from us!
xoxo
Please don’t send any more contributions, thanx.
I’m now in the process of making the zine 
Yesyes, I am STILL looking for contributions. Sad, isn’t it? It may be the sensitive topic but nevertheless it’s a shame that especially this issue takes so long. Maybe a deadline will help?
Okay, so the deadline for contributions is june 1st.
Hoping to hear from you.
Kisses!
“My name is Claudia. I am 30 years old, living in Leipzig. I guess it all started with adolescence, when writing became a kind of obsession to me. Writing diary, to be precise. An important precondition for writing is a feeling of freedom and trust. No one can write anything, when confronted with “good advises”, critizising friends or kin. So a diary is a good opportunity to write, because you can make sure nobody ever will read it. I write down everything what goes on inside my head, about things I cannot or do not want to discuss with people around me. To often peoples’ reactions on my thoughts and feelings are negative, for many reasons, which do not neccessarily have to have anything with to do with me as a person. But anyway, the problem with those reactions is: I have a good chance to get judged, hurt, rejected, fooled, exploited. Writing down my thoughts and feelings is a safe way to express myself. First of all I have to know, respect and love myself. If I don’t, I cannot expect anyone else to do so. Sometimes I compare writing with breathing. I just have to do it, to keep on living. Especially when going through a period of sorrow, the journal, the diary, the piece of paper often is the only “person” who will listen without judging me. The thing is, quite often it is just anything a person with problems needs – someone who is able to listen without judging. I’m afraid there are just a few people on this planet that have this ability. Judgement makes me sick. Why do people always have to judge? Maybe because we learned from our early childhood on to be judged, to judge ourselves, and consequently to judge others on any occasion. Keeping a journal may save you from being judged. When it comes to zine writing, the whole aspect of writing comes to a broader aspect. The lovely thing with zine texts is the personal style. It is a kind of strange thing: for me and many other people who appreciate zines the fascinating, attracting thing is the honest, true and real language. The best zines I ever had in my hands, read like quite private diary entries. But people who feel attracted by this medium are often at the same time very shy, feel ashamed of their own words. I do not exclude myself from this group. At the moment I work on a personal zine myself – and I have to remind myself from time to time, that I do not want to read things that sound artificial, boring for the sake of a so called objectivity. In my perception of human life there is not such a thing as objectivity. We all are individuals with very special stories, fears, preferences, passions – we are no robots. About a half year ago a very close friend of mine committed suicide by hanging himself at a deserted factory hall not very far from the place I live. It almost broke my heart. Being confronted with this hard outlet of reality I soon realized that I go through an elementary experience. Death, sadness, mourning – I had to express it. As I live in a death-denying culture, I found most of the people around me overstressed with my sadness. I avoided people, because any sign of happy talk I witnessed seemed to me as naïve, superficial behaviour – and of course I did not fit into this kind of society. The crazy thing about it is when you write it down, any thought that comes directly from your heart – people recept your world in a more respectful, deeper way. It is a text you produce – in most cases a text is read by people, who are open-minded, who want to learn about other peoples’ inner worlds and in the end they appreciate openness and honesty. Some time ago I read a newspaper interview with a successful artist from Leipzig, the painter Neo Rauch. There was a quote of him, written in big letters “There is nothing to embarrass me anymore”. I like this quote. It is the essence of true art, I guess. Expressing yourself without judging you. Just express yourself and create a positive relationship with yourself. So you have a good chance to be able to do the same with the person next to you. Zines are important. They connect people at a very personal level. I do not know any other medium that can do this. That is revolutionary. Next you can find a sample of my diary writings. If you want to get in touch with me, just send me an e-mail: medbh at web dot de
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It’s cold tonight.
My body racked with fierce pain
From within, and cold
From without.
The creature beneath me
Shivers from cold and fatigue.
He didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t ask for my part in this epic, either.
They’ll call me blessed, Holy, angel, queen,
So I am told.
But for now it’s whore, slut, blaspheming,
My husband, a cuckold.
I made no request for this.
I’m little more than a child.
Just a young girl,
No-one special,
My head still unvailed.
I look to my husband.
He married me in public,
Kissed me before the Lord,
Despite what he had heard.
He didn’t ask to be part of this.
My body’s quickening now,
Bite my lips, keep from crying out.
Sooth the unbidden form within me,
Not yet, not yet, not yet.
This one takes pity on out plight,
Offers a megre shelter,
A stable, a manger, a star.
(written by Amy Louise Cunningham)
Wolverette presenting: malcolm rollick, musician&songwriter
Wolverette: what makes you write your lyrics? where comes the urge, the inspiration from?
Malcolm: i’ve been writing forever. it’s the only way i know how to get certain thoughts out into the world… so they stop cluttering my insides. when i was a kid i wanted to be a poet or a novelist, but music was always mixed up in that. i could never really separate the two mediums. i do a lot of improvising. i write songs on stage, taking topics from the audience. i like the raw material that comes when i don’t have time to put a slant on it. most of my songs come from improvisations that i’ve captured or tape and edited later on.
what’s the difference expressing what you wanna tell in your lyrics compared to expressing it in your music? where’s the link?
when i have something hard to say, you can hear it… the tone of my voice, the way i hold my guitar. when i write i have to put all of that into the words, if it’s not going to be a song. my poetry has a different kind of weight in it. when i sing and play, i have all these different dynamics i can work together. the words can be straightforward, because they dont have to be both text and subtext. every so often i write a song that started out as a poem… the words have more dynamic, so the music is a little more liberated. the balance is different.
what is your lyrics-writing process? description, please?
lyrics come to me best in their raw form. i sit with a tape recorder and i play random chords and sing. i sing a lot of crap. then something good comes out. it’s different when i improvise on stage. the pressure of having an audience keeps my mind sharp. i get some great words out that way. i try to record all of my live shows and work new songs out of them later on.
do you think your words create something?
my words do some really amazing work. it always throws me how powerful a show can be. when i was playing in the subways back in NY we would make people freeze in their steps, miss their trains, even pause for a good cry right there in public. sometimes i don’t know where it all comes from. i’ll start out with a simple shape or form and end up vocalizing a plan to change the world. or mapping out the way women are taught to oppress themselves. or connecting the people around me, getting strangers to sing together. i think my presence alone can have an effect on people. i’m a bit of a wild-card. i carry some heavy ideas around with me but i laugh a lot, and i think the world is beautiful. i’m a bundle of contradictions.
Here are the words to a real feminist, queer anthem… it’s off my 2006 release, “Scaffolds”. I wrote the most of the words for this one first, then the music. Read the rest of this entry »
DIARY
I got a diary when I was nine years old. It was one of the typical gifts you would buy a little girl.
The covers were of a grey-blue something that felt a bit like velvet, it had a picture on front. I think it was a vase with flowers. And it had a little lock with a tiny key. I wrote almost daily. Mostly, well, the stuff a kid that age would write, what I had done that day.
Later I went on writing in a second diary since the 1st one was full. I named it „Thea“ cause I had always felt stupid writing „Dear Diary“, it was such a cliché. But still I felt like I had to write in it like I’d be writing letters to someone who’d listen. I can’t remember why I finally chose „Thea“. There were more diaries with names to come. Read the rest of this entry »
