Hey! Come Join The Love-in! We’re like punks, with flowers in our hair!

I have this standing plan to write a longer post about this, but I want to get something up now, very quickly.

First of all, congratulations to Spike on ten years. I mean just look at all that stuff. Magnificent. (oh, and enjoying Self blog so far.)

Second of all, Edgier Waters has been with me for a while now, and I want to hymn it, but I’ve been slack. In one way, it’s just nice to see 3am physically manifest: I think it’s been one of the great spaces for people who realise that the web offers new ways of writing and fresh possibilities for old forms; it’s maintained high standards while encouraging good authors and critics and building a community and an aesthetic. It’s cool and reaches places a standard lit mag can’t (I hesitate to say this, since more is better, but there’s a sense in which we never needed Zembla – † God rest – since places like 3am offer outlets and reach and a handle on the future). Being bookalised doesn’t magically validate 3am (since, obvs, no need of validation), but it is sweet to see it printed and around.

Third of all, I’m looking forward to Tom McCarthy’s Tintin book even more after reading the Guardian extract. And, returning to the previous point, 3am have up an excellent review, written by Susan Tomaselli of the rock-hard Dogmatika.

Next item also goes back to point ‘second of all’, because it involves Snowbooks. They’ve commissioned this film for their latest release. Just a big cheer for that really: was glad to see them winning awards, and am generally just glad to see them.

This has already taken longer than I planned. I’ve got a bit on right now, but the plan is to try and post again about Edgier Waters, and the goodness of things in it. There’s a grander thing too, about the British scene, differences from our American cousins, more on Spike, 3am and RSB, a my-how-we’ve-grown in the 2-3 years I’ve been about, and our how our chances stand for creating an unstoppable breed of hepped-up Literary Warriors – high on Exley, buddy! – who’ll poke the Broadsheet ummer-and-aahers in the eye with amazing poetical bayonets, but I fear it must wait a little yet.