Before I was blessed with health insurance; before I had the privilege to take my overthinking and my casualties to my therapist, I practiced what you could dub, an organic-healing ritual. Without trying to sound too new-agey, it’s simply the act of being present in the bad feeling. To let it run, and sweat, and tire itself out. I indulged it, in whatever amounts it needed to be felt. But, like any dedicated athlete of the psyche, you must have proper training equipment. You must be able to reflect back on the workout once the tenderness subsides. You must build new muscle to carry heavier loads.
We cannot begin to describe how thankful we are to the numerous writers, poets, artists, painters, photographers, and other creatives who have coated our first year of operations with such light and joy and purpose. We would not be where we are today without the contributors who have put faith into our journal, the readers who make curating each issue worthwhile, and the team who has allowed L'Éphémère Review to flourish and thrive since the very beginning.
"Why do you write?" is a question I get asked a lot, especially as—like many of us out there—I don’t get paid for my words and, therefore, it seemingly holds little merit.
Founder and Editor-In-Chief Kanika Lawton sat down with Grant Tarbard recently, whose latest collection, Rosary of Ghosts, is now available from Indigo Dreams. The author of four poetry collections, Kanika and Grant discussed thematic explorations, notable small presses, and how to get your own manuscript out into the world.
The Kristiansand-based, thrash-inspired hardcore punk act, Korrupt, has just released a debut album called Preachers and Creatures under the label Fysisk Format. They are a part of the small punk scene in Kristiansand and some of their members are also from the Bergen-based punk band Social Suicide. Presenting ferocious soaring riffs, heavy belligerent beats, and black metal/thrash-inspired elements, they are ready to kick asses while getting inspired by their inner battles, knowledge, and human behavior throughout the creative process of their songwriting.
This Kingston-based four-piece has prominently been known to immerse themselves in the post-hardcore and punk scheme; I first got into Title Fight when they were on their Run for Cover days, and it’s somehow whimsically enthralling to discern vehemently significant changes of their sounds on Hyperview—this album is distinctively influenced by shoegaze, dream-pop, and post-punk elements with their intense use of reverb and chorus pedals, and would remind you of the likes of Slowdive, Teenage Fanclub, and Whirr in a blink of an eye.
“What you pay attention to is what you become conscious of.”
Sloughing is inevitable. We shed our skin approximately every 27 days. We invite new perspectives and surrender our old ways almost unwillingly, if the timing is right. We battle and cry and move forward. Personally, I build alter-egos that help in this process. Ones that will heal, ones that will not fade with time. Ones that are conjured from a place of truth and beauty. I summon the powers of indestructible Goddesses like Kali and Ixchel. Goddesses that have endured heavy pain, while remaining undoubtedly feminine and robust. It doesn’t even necessarily have to come in human-like form. It could be something as beautifully simple as a memory or an inanimate object that satiates.
Dubbed "the first great Brexit novel", Ali Smith’s Autumn is a stunning piece of literature which captures the current feelings of the UK perfectly.
This time of year, the hot, unchanging fragment of summer, or patchwork landscape of apple cider donuts and fire-colored leaves—depending on where you are—is wonderful for the senses. We are surrounded by a new kind of love in the air with Halloween celebration marked by Hocus Pocus-themed gifts arriving in the mail, packs of chocolate to treat ourselves, and Goosebump marathons on a cold night laying dormant in bed. Some people might argue that this time up until the chilly days of December is the best time of year, and I am one of those people. A semi-haunting, out-of-reach atmosphere seems to always linger in the air, inching forward like a nature-camouflaged cat ready to pounce—but once you look around, there’s nothing to be found. For me, the sweetness of the season is this thrill of chasing after that same sort of overlooked aspect.
The Red Pill tackles the latest issue Western society is addressing: Men’s Right Activists, otherwise known as MRA’s. Director and presenter Cassie Jay takes us—and herself—on a journey through the minds of MRA’s and what, exactly, their agendas are. She interviews Paul Elam, controversial founder of the website "A Voice for Men" as well as popular feminist-turned-MRA Warren Farrell, writer of The Myth of Male Power. Alongside these in-depth discussions are voices from other "everyday" MRA’s and their radical feminist counterparts.