Beginnings suck. The very beginning of your life, you were naked, screaming, covered in blood and juices and having a small tube cut from your stomach. You were hours of pain and hard work that produced a slobbering, small human being that didn’t and wouldn’t know anything for a few years.
That’s very similar to the beginning of this magazine.
SMEAR has assumed many forms since we first started seriously talking about the idea in March. If you spoke to us then, we would say we wanted to start a zine to have a place for our unorthodox articles to be published. But now it’s more than that: we started SMEAR because we needed a community for artists, creatives, journalists and general weirdos to come together and feel like the shit we’re doing matters.
We are featuring work from poets, artists, journos, photographers and writers that are spread out across these great 50 states (and Europe.) We wanted to create a hybrid of a literary magazine and a newsstand magazine because, like many youths today, we don’t have time to be just one thing. We just want to make you (our audience, our contributors, everyone) feel something. Anything. Even intense anger and hatred works. Just something new and maybe a little bit vulnerable.
So, honey, when two people love each other very much, they might just try to make their crazy ideas work. We’ve been overwhelmed and amazed by the turn out and enthusiasm for this project. On our first publishing day, we hope that everyone who happens to click on any of the pages feels the excitement and dedication that everyone who submitted put into their work.
We know SMEAR isn’t going to come out of the womb and be a perfect magazine. Hell, we named is “smear” because we acknowledge the beauty in imperfections. But the most important thing now is that SMEAR has arrived, kicking and screaming, and we are ready to begin this journey into parenthood. We really can’t wait for the terrible twos.
Thanks for hangin’, Smearkats.
Amniotic fluid looks good on you.
Emily Gibson & Mary K Cantrell, Founders