dan brat

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MICRO//MACRO is taking submissions for issue #10!

MICRO//MACRO is a tiny square zine bringing light to micro fiction and image macros, to be published on ISSUU.com

THIS ISSUE IS DIFFERENT, PLEASE READ CAREFULLY

there will be 2 editions published for this issue.

1 is MONO - it will be printed in monochrome & sold, 5.5 by 8 inches, MONOCHROME SUBMISSIONS ONLY

2 is TECHNI - it will be published on ISSUU.com in full technicolour & free, ANY COLOUR OF SUBMISSION IS WELCOME, INCLUDING DIFFERENT FONT COLOURS FOR TEXT SUBMISSIONS

we take 2 kinds of submissions:

MICRO/ 200 characters (read that carefully) maximum, titles unnecessary but can be included, ANY LANGUAGE WELCOME

/MACRO must have text on/in an image, whether put by you or found there, ANY LANGUAGE WELCOME

Send up to 5 of each type to [email protected] subject line: MICRO//MACRO submission & clarify whether you’re submitting to MONO or TECHNI

The theme for the tenth issue is NOT NEW

SUBMISSIONS OPEN UNTIL JUNE 15TH

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everybody loved raymond: a dissertation in three parts

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flirting with ya ex

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Breathless (1960) - Jean-Luc Godard

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some poetry by me on Wu-Wei Fashion Mag:

http://wuweifashion.com/issue-twelve/dan-brat-cry

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MICRO//MACRO #01 is out!!

[ read it on issuu ] [ follow on twitter ]

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love this mag

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Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans - Werner Herzog (2009)

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Imagination stopped

i cant face myself if you wanted me to disappear u could have just asked I know that look the look that someone is not alive in this building

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Heat - 1995 (Michael Mann)

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23.3112° N, 21.8569° E

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Excerpts from Exercises in Style by Raymond Queneau

Notation: In the S bus, in the rush hour. A chap of about 26, felt hat with a cord instead of a ribbon, neck too long, as if someone's been having a tug-of-war with it. People getting off. The chap in question gets annoyed with one of the men standing next to him. He accuses him of jostling him every time anyone goes past. A snivelling tone which is meant to be aggressive. When he sees a vacant seat he throws himself on it. Two hours later, I meet him in the Cour de Rome, in front of the gare Saint-Lazare. He's with a friend who's saying: "You ought to get an extra button put on your overcoat." He shows him where (at the lapels) and why. Litotes: Some of us were travelling together. A young man, who didn't look very intelligent, spoke to the man next to him for a few moments, then he went and sat down. Two hours later I met him again; he was with a friend and was talking about clothes. Metaphorically: In the centre of the day, tossed among the shoal of travelling sardines in a coleopter with a big white carapace, a chicken with a long, featherless neck suddenly harangued one, a peace-abiding one, of their number, and its parlance, moist with protest, was unfolded upon the airs. Then, attracted by a void, the fledgling precipitated itself thereunto. In a bleak, urban desert, I saw it again that self-same day, drinking the cup of humiliation offered by a lowly button. Retrograde: You ought to put another button on your overcoat, his friend told him. I met him in the middle of the Cour de Rome, after having left him rushing avidly towards a seat. He had just protested against being pushed by another passenger who, eh said, was jostling him every time anyone got off. This scraggy young man was the wearer of a ridiculous hat. This took place on the platform of an S bus which was that particular midday.