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Finally got around to creating/posting the second issue of Rise, Fall, Repeat on Issuu, since zinelibrary.info seems to keep fucking up and crashing (at least whenever I go on). As always, feedback would be great, since - believe it or not - I actually don’t get a lot of it on my writing, and I really do appreciate hearing it (makes me feel as though I’m not simply wasting my time).
I’ll be starting on Issue 3 sometime soon, but since this series eats up a lot of my time, and I’m focusing on my EMT courses and study, I’ll instead be creating a new - pure text - series that’ll be more of a series of stories from my childhood, leading up to a few years ago. Because for whatever reason, I feel more comfortable writing personal stuff for print, than I do for posting.
So, yeah. I’m going to go back to studying now and pop back in to make sure tumblr hasn’t completely fallen into itself.
This is well overdue. But in September I had the good fortune to acquire signed copies of Issue #1 and Issue #2 of Isidro “De La Luna” Fox’s zine, “Rise, Fall, Repeat”. It’s all original work consisting of of the writer’s poetry, prose and photography through a journey of depression, anxiety, and a forest of emotions of the many various relationships with friends and family through the process.
Each piece is dated, giving the effect of poignant dairy entries, and the photographs in the back they are set against in many ways follow the format of a scrapbook. The combination of the two weave a unapologetically honest account of the his life through both words and images in a very personal way, pulling the reader in so they can feel the impact of every emotion the writer himself did. His writing- simple, raw emotion from the soul set to paper- presents his scepticism and anger, coupled with a love for those around him that are hurt every day and do not receive their due justice. It this love that drives him to seek to defend himself and those he loves. Lamenting the world’s apathy at the many atrocities that are left unchecked, Fox nevertheless shows he maintains a fighting spirit that inspires others and offers hope.
This… actually left me a bit over-whelmed. Thank you so much for your very kind words…