Letter
from the Editor
In
commemoration of completing twelve issues of Lit Chaos, we would like
to choose the number 1, 2, and 3 pieces published over the year. Also,
we are holding a contest for the best experimental piece, the winner
and runner-up of which will receive $50 and $25 respectively. So please
check out the contest
page. Remember the theme of the magazine when sending in your work.
We
would like to thank all the first volume's readers and, of course, all
the contributers—writers, poets, artists, and animators—for
making this inaugural year cutting, sublime, profane (and not at all
special), yet spectacular at the same time. I know the website isn't
much, but really I don't have the time, money, or talent to make it
much better. Still, it's a way for a quiet—yet important—voice
to emerge among all the junk out there.
My
satisfaction lies in the quality of the experimental work. My dissatisfaction
thrives off the lack of real experimental words. What is experimental?
It's work that reinvents the universe or at least one sentence. Think
of the palindrome novel—the same front to back and back to front
like "Madam, in Eden I'm Adam." Or think of If on a Winter's
Night a Traveler or Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino. These
are works that scream to us that there is nothing more powerful than
imagination which we see this month; this is the greatest triumph of
the minority extraordinary over the seemingly all-pervasive ordinary.
Join in the scrum, read of sumbit.
Ralph-Michael
Chiaia