I remember picking up an early issue of Popshot many, many moons ago from the now sadly shuttered Wardour News. At the time, it was very much an independent poetry publication and it was fresh and scrappy and deeply accessible to someone who was very fed up with the plethora of fusty, closed-doors quarterlies of the day. Not only could anyone submit a poem for consideration; it was beautifully put together and featured the accompanying work of independent illustrators the world over.
I’ve picked up various issues over the years and found this one, two doors down at the excellent little newsagent, Shreeji News & Mags on Chiltern Street. Their Summer 2019 offering - this one focused on the theme of “Escape” - makes it very clear that the magazine has come a long way since 2009, which I suspect was when I first spotted their spunky little number on a rainy night in Soho. Understanding - particularly of one’s self - is something that comes with time, much like barnacles or tiny bits of rock in an early twinned-glass timepiece. Their repositioning as a place for all new writing - poetry, short stories and flash fiction - is an oddly inspired choice and I say that knowing how few people make an obvious decision, even if it’s the right one. Writers often have an aversion to the straight forward and we should all be very grateful that Matilda & Co. have the rudder of this particular ship set true for the unexplored and ever distant horizon.
Those mentalists over at Larian Studios - forgers of ‘Divinity: Original Sin 2’ - are actually teasing ‘Baldur’s Gate III’. Aren’t they? They are. I think that logo sure looks a hellion like the 'Shadows of Amn’ and ‘Throne of Bhaal’ wardrobe. I need to know and I need to know immediately and E3 does not occur until next week. All those countless hours spent in front of my parents’ old Windows box cannot have been for nothing and I would go back to the Coast in a heartbeat, if that is the ticket they are touting. We need some weird hamster shit up in our wizards, dragons and gory forest mysteries and these guys would be the guys to offer that return trip. Having said that, I did bounce hard off the Pillars, Planescape and Numenera properties so they shall need to come with some seriously vivid visions of eternal ecstasy if I am to descend into those depths for however long the fucking campaign could be. Time is an ever smaller and more piecemeal thing, certainly more so than twenty years past.
We are going to see Nirvana play at Reading tonight. In 1992 and all of that sentence is totally accurate. To be specific, they were playing Reading in 1992 and it is widely regarded as having been one of the greatest, most accomplished rock n’ roll performances of all time. We shall be at The Institute in East London, in 2019 at a secret cinema type thing that The Lady Ess found and convinced me to attend in less time than it took to finish her sentence. It’s being hosted by the incredible humans at Pitchblack Pictures, tickets are only ten of your English pounds (which I understand is approximately close to 1000 English pennies) and there’s an 8:45pm showing which seems like a suitable time for Kurt & Co. Also, in a moment of perfect feel good inspiration, one third of ticket profits go to the Campaign Against Living Miserably (CALM) in honour of you know who. For the sake of added, 5D realism, I shall hope the set starts at least thirty minutes late, I am soaked in beer and that the venue is sufficiently medicated for heart rate-altering volume.
JD - TACOCAT