This journal seeks to provide flasks of dirt to sustain you through the massive emotional desert that forms the bulk of our sterilized world.
We’re looking for acts of creation that are unusual, weird, experimental… dirty. Dirty in both the spiritual and the physical sense. Not unhygienic so much as antihygienic. Queer, in the most beautiful and dark sense of that word. Poetry that negates rather than mediates. That screams ‘fuck you’ without apology. Prose that wants nothing to do with the avant-garde’s incessant creation of new territories, and would rather burrow deep under the reader’s skin. Necrophilia, meet the corpse of punk.
DIRT FLASK :: dɜːt flɑːsk ::
1. Ordure; excrement.
2. Unclean matter, such as soils any object by adhering to it; filth.
3. Anything worthless.
4. The quality or state of being dirty or foul; dirtiness, foulness, uncleanness in action or speech.
1. A vessel of wood, skin, or other material, for carrying liquor.
2. A bottle, usually of glass, of spheroidal or bulbous shape, with a long narrow neck. Also, the contents or capacity of a flask.
3. A bottle of glass or metal, somewhat flat in shape and of size suitable to be carried in the pocket, intended to contain a supply of wine or other beverage for use on a journey.
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