Life After PPL by Various Artists
- some person who thinks too highly of themselves
Great art presents itself in mysterious ways. On the strange intermingling collection that is “Life After PPL” art makes itself known. It screams in the face of all who encounter it on glowing screens and, in rare instances, on the written page. Everything about this feels great, from the outtakes to the playlists. This is what a poetry zine should be, we have the internet now, why hasn’t this playfulness been done before?
Picking out a favorite part is impossible for me at least. I know there are a bunch of people involved in the creation of this fine documentation. To determine who they are seems hard. When they include a SELFIE, sure, that is a give-away but it is not always so obvious. A community was involved, was necessary, in the creation of this kind of work. Usually I try to cover every piece within an issue but honestly that did not feel honest in this instance. My recommendation is to take it easy, go with the flow of this fine zine. It knows what it is doing it gave this a lot of thought. I say trust it the PDF seems trustworthy.
Nice that the zine starts off encouraging the reader to cry. That is good. More zines should do that. Lots of things should be cried over because life is all about suffering. Plenty of suffering to go around in the world like poor locusts. Sadly locusts once they die become nests for other creatures, fire ants specifically and here humanity thinks it is even halfway decent with recycling. Animals have been doing it for literally thousands of years and only in the past few decades did humanity get the bright idea that they could reuse aluminum.
The group edits its work, at least Luis Neer does it on “String Theory”. Cold synthetic air is what they pump offices with to keep employees sedated, ready to get through eight solid hours of boring trivial work. What is not trivial is eating aluminum, which was mentioned earlier as being a thing people could recycle. People can eat aluminum too but they can not microwave it, nope, that works out poorly. Microwaves are the nemesis of the aluminum form.
Everyone wants to be art. Life is art. Not everybody realizes that. Some people try to hard to be artsy. For others it comes naturally. No two people are the same kind of art. A few are more removed distant, others direct, yet more abstract. The abstraction of life is oftentimes required because the directness of the thing can be too much. Clouds spill their guts out onto people on dark days because they just let it build up until they can not hold it in anymore.
Nothing should be held in because it builds up and breaks down a person. People deserve to act natural. In “Life After PPL” the people are quite natural, naturally talented that is!