“Are you employed sir?”
“Employed?”
“You don’t go out looking for a job dressed like that? On a weekday?”
“Is this a… what day is this?”
-- exchange between Jeffrey Lebowski and the Dude
Locust Review’s seventh issue, which we are just at the beginning of prepping, will be titled “Missing Days,” and we aim for its content to reflect, however loosely, a theme of the same.
As we have repeated time and time again, our future is being stolen from us. And though we know who is responsible -- they have names and addresses -- the feeling of this knowledge has rarely been stronger than it is now. Not only has the monotony of labor, of being employed or semi-employed or unemployed, allowed every day to disappear down the drain of anxious boredom, we are more aware than ever that many of our loved ones -- and, by extension, many of us -- will have even that dismal life cut short.
And so we are calling for all art, poetry, fiction, art, and other ephemera that emerges from this gap, this place of missing time. As always, we encourage you to make it as radically weird as you can. As always, we especially encourage contributions from marginalized communities -- non-white, non-straight, non-cis, non-male, etc.
And, as always, there’s a deadline. This time around it is December 1st. Please email all submissions to locust.review@gmail.com.
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