You sold a people's democracy away for bananas.
Posts by Kawai Shen
Timely. Thinking of those I know currently living on the knife edge of imperial avarice and arrogance. (Ah, such arrogance!) Of living up north, observing oil and gas corps up close. Of my brief time in Guatemala. We now reap what you have sown and we will not forget.
The Evin Prison Bakers' Club: Surviving Iran's Most Notorious Prisons in 16 Recipes by Sepideh Gholian (trans. Hessam Ashrafi). Yellow cover with an image of the author's face with a hopeful expression, broken up into mosaic-like pieces.
Gholian manages to impart humour amid great heartbreak in what is one of the most original works of food writing I've read in awhile.
Pick up an issue of slips slips if you can, they're free, packed with art and good humour, and in each issue you'll find a wee poem by yours truly ♡
You do not exist in any real sense. You are gone. Void. Nothing there except the winds of nihilism, the sound and fury of which can only fool the foolish or feeble. Either way, you're going to weaken and die, just like everyone else.
The most nihilistic life is one lived without consequences. No matter what you do, you're good. Your actions don't have meaning, purpose, or ground - only power & rationalizations. Each time you get away with it, you get further away from humanity. Power has eaten you alive, sucked out your being.
😢 we will be in Montreal June 7 if you're around then!
SAVE THE DATE for METAMOOD 🔮 a celebration of Metatron Press x In the Mood Magazine + my Toronto launch for Wavering Futures + fundraiser for Grassy Narrows FN 🌱
Sunday May 17 @ 1PM doors open at Ok* Studios ✨
Stay tuned for a kickass lineup of readers and more details 👀
There will be spice!! 🌶️🍵
Cover of Soudain le Minotaure by Marie Hélène Poitras. An oil portrait of a woman, only the lower half of her face visible as the rest is obscured by thick brush strokes.
This was easy to read for a language learner (clean prose; short chapters; novella length) but difficult to read as it deals with the aftermath of sexual violence and half of the book is written from the pov of the assailant.
SAVE THE DATE for METAMOOD 🔮 a celebration of Metatron Press x In the Mood Magazine + my Toronto launch for Wavering Futures + fundraiser for Grassy Narrows FN 🌱
Sunday May 17 @ 1PM doors open at Ok* Studios ✨
Stay tuned for a kickass lineup of readers and more details 👀
There will be spice!! 🌶️🍵
Marketing tagline aside, TWR has been the only place that's let me write capsule reviews of experimental small press works like new translations of Réjean Ducharme and Wisam Rafeedie, a Steve Cannon xxx reprint, Aurora Mattia's debut novel, you name it
Cover of The Difficulties by Haytham el-Wardany - plum cover with white text. Behind this, an illustrated image of the assault on Versailles during the Paris Commune's Bloody Week: soldiers with bayonettes running in front of a barricade and plumes of smoke. (Artist unidentified, attributed to API/Gamma-Rapho/Getty Images.)
"For him, the future lies behind, not in front. It lies in a written book. He looks for the future in the previous unfinished attempts to find ways out." tripwirejournal.com/tripwire-pam...
Cover of Islands of Decolonial Love by Leanne Betasamosake Simpson. Cursive handwriting in a notebook paired with a simple, abstracted illustration of a bird, beak pointing upward, coloured in by a dull orange.
A collection of vivid flash stories, like safety flares 🔥
Cover of Catherine Breillat, I Only Believe in Myself, Conversation with Murielle Joudet, Translated by Christine Pichini. Black and white photo tinted blue of a younger Breillat, shaggy haircut, staring into the camera, almost smiling.
"Why is it that when I film two people having tea, that's cinema, but if I film a sexual act, then the shot can only be pornographically vulgar? Saying that means you think of yourself as a filmmaker who's unable to put your own stamp on what you're filming. I asked Godard to play the character of François Berléand, thinking that I needed a filmmaker for those scenes. He wrote me a rejection letter that quoted Truffaut, who had theorized that you can't film actual physical acts and still call it cinema. That's low self-esteem. Everything I'm not allowed to film, I film."
A problematic fave
Screenshot of Josépha: femmes noires en milieu européen. A Black woman treating the hair of another Black woman in a beauty salon.
Josépha by Joseph Akouissonne at Ok* Studios
We're still a few submissions short of our monthly quota–send more weird nature!
I'm not sure people understand the sheer velocity by which ON unis are being decimated but either way, we will feel the compounding effects. The whole situation feels like a microcosm of climate change. It didn't have to be this way.
The rollback isn't just happening at TMU and York. UofT's People, Equity & Culture VP Office is now People, Finance & Digital Services (nice euphemism for AI lol). All part of the ongoing collapse and privatization of higher ed in Ontario. Cuts are never shared evenly, WOC always hit harder ✂️
Copy of BUTT BOOK printed by Taschen. Pink tinted colour photo of a topless man seated on the steel prep counter of a restaurant kitchen, hugging his knees to his chest.
Picked up this blushing oop rarity from Heretic Books 🍑 #springreads
I beg of you all to start reading about AI from a labour pov... I'M BEGGING
Reading this article, I thought, this is one of the sharpest analyses of AI that I've read outside of the labour mvmt. Turns out the author is an organizer.
Congrats! Fernwood has an interesting catalog and I often see them tabling about town 👀
Thank you! 🙏
You can grab a copy of slips slips here: www.slipsslips.net/issues/02 or read my whole comic - free and online for the first time here: kawaishen.neocities.org/forliz ❄️
For Liz The north is a place of perpetualness. Its ceaseless light banishes all dreams. Here, the dazzling surface of the land blots out my vision with bright. Were it not for the sound of snow crunching underfoot it would seem I wander aimless upon a blank topography over which I blindly swing, suspended by the parabola of my ambivalence. I try not to blink as I search for your footprints to step in. For without them, I have broken through the snow crust and stumbling, I fell. - Kawai Shen
A pencil crayon illustration of a sunrise over a remote northern village. A figure in a traditional hooded parka lined with fur walks down a snowy street, powerlines overhead, snow covered utilidors to one side. The light of the sun like flames reflected on the snow.
My copies of slips slips arrived today! They printed a little poem which I'd adapted from a comic about life in the north (featured in a @kushkomikss.bsky.social issue many years ago).