CONTENTS: Rod Smith, ‘A Poem’; Marianne Morris, ‘The Abused Become the Abusers: The Poetry of Barry MacSweeney’; Jeff Hilson, ‘2 Stretchers’; Sean Bonney, from Filth Screed; Keston Sutherland, ‘The True, the Good, the Beautiful and the Baghdad Central Detention Centre’; Stuart Calton, from United Snap Up; Keston Sutherland, ‘Dildo Ode’.
This is the untruth facility common to the majority of aestheticians at least since Schiller, those white men for whom the concept of possession (and self-possession in particular) is inducted by a sleight of sentiment into aesthetic equivalence with real or reconciled or authentic life itself. Real life is real when we own it ourselves: we are told this: it is a dictum rented to us. And owned/real life is the opposite of alienation. But what of my desire not to own my life? I want you to own me. Is it perverse or in some degree neurotic to believe that my life would be better if I could own less rather than more of it? Is it, that sweet word, apathetic not to care about owning it? Well might you be frantic to ask: is this the masochistic sublimation-speak of the Ahnlehnungstypus feigning ignorance of even the most basic economic concepts and their significance for non-economic existence? Mucking about? I want you to own me.