Postmarked Last Wednesday #2 ($1, [email protected], available at Supernova distro) A perzine put out by two zinesters (Hollis and Sarah) that use the most common aspects of the genre (spacey poetry, stories of lost loves) to their advantages. The zine has a lot of white space, but each page presents itself a single coherent thought. Most of the pieces are very abstractly-written pieces of stream-of-consciousness that while sounding good, don’t really have a message. The lack of message is a characteristic typical to the stream-of-consciousness rant. James Joyce may not have known about it, but he was directly responsible for both Postmarked Last Wednesday and Seinfeld, in the fact that both, while talking about nothing, capture the human experience so well. The two zinesters really complement each others styles : the center of zine is a black hole of coldness, each zinester going and being icy to either a friend or a love. Intentionally lying and misdirecting during a dance on a ferry is Hollis’ cup of tea, while a vicious letter is more of Sarah’s type of thing, but both just leave me shivering from their sheer honesty. After later reflection, though, is this type of honesty all that real when the individuals may never see the zine in which Hollis and Sarah pour out their souls? In modifying a popular axiom, “Is a zinester honest when no one is around to read?â€
