My First Look: The Legendary
At the risk of making some enemies and blacklisting myself, I’ve decided I’ll try to type honestly my reactions to reading new online literary journals that I’ve not before seen. Here is the first post in this unsteady series.
I’ll admit that I’m not too familiar with the online literary journal world. I tend to read only a handful of journals. I’m myopic in that way. But I’m also open to reading new ones, either at another’s suggestion or by my own discovery.
So I bring you online lit journal The Legendary, suggested to me by Brad Green. The journal’s url is ‘www.downdirtyword.com,’ so I’m expecting some raw shit, man. They’ve just posted their second issue, it seems.
The index page is clean, easy to navigate, and has a picture of a kangaroo boxing a man. The kangaroo appears to be winning, which is good news for the animal kingdom.
First thing I click on is submissions; I want to know how these editors present themselves. I learn that the editors are ‘always accepting submissions!’ A 100% acceptance rate? I decide to purposefully misunderstand this, and it feels great to do so. It’ll make up for all those Ninth Letter rejections choking my inbox. The Legendary editors go on:
A girl turned woman walks a path, the path, a road, a route. And she defines her walk in clouds and sky, the grey or blue, the movements.
I like the verb ‘defines’ here, as most of this poem seems to be about this woman’s having defined herself against an estranged man. Perhaps she matures because of this?
Okay, to fiction. Top of the page is “Wormed” by David Erlewine, a name I see at least a million fucking times on Duotrope’s Digest. Congratulations David Erlewine! over and over. Erlewine has been busy lately, that’s for sure. His story begins:
The two men greeted me in my garage. The first one, tall and thin, patted my shoulder and said “Hello, Pauly.” It was such a wholesome pat that I didn’t question being called Pauly. The second man, short and a bit plump, hugged me and said “It’s been too long.” He smelled like a cup of Earl Grey Tea with plum sauce.
Nice is the wholesome pat and the misnomer Pauly. My brain skipped at the mention of Earl Gray Tea, but only because I don’t like the presence of so many capital letters in such close proximity; it’s a personal problem, for which I should seek help. Sure, the scent of Earl Gray Tea is nothing compared to whiskey and coffee, but perhaps here it was enough to catch the editors’ attention. I’ll leave the rest of this little story for you to check out.
Then, figuring I ought to wrap up this little session, I clicked on the link to Jim’s blog, and discovered this picture:
What does it mean?
I don’t know.
Maybe it doesn’t mean anything.
I’m okay with that, I think.
If you know of an online journal that you think I might never have read and would like me to write about it, feel free to email us. I can’t promise a response or anything, but do know I’m interested in finding new things, and if time allows me, maybe I’ll devote a post to it?
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