Zine Review: The Black Lamp #1
SoHum has a new underground zine! The Black Lamp, A Spear Jabbed into the Eye of the Panopticon, a real underground, black n’ white, photocopied zine with no advertising, butchers and flame broils most of SoHum’s sacred cows. The Black Lamp rakes the muck over the coals with funny stories about the Sheriff’s Log, John Cassali’s Eel River Cleanup, and the huge toxic clown nose spill.
We meet a charming cast of characters who reside in Garberstan, an alternative universe where cops make ice cream in their hollow prosthetic limbs. Barnabus the Banana Slug tells us about his campaign to become Sheriff of Humboldt County. Stephen Horking, a crippled, trans-gendered chicken, looking for a good deal on a lot of land mines, tells us the recipe for his high-octane horkleberry wine. And, Area Man believes we should all copyright our assholes.
The Black Lamp investigative staff: Wide Mouth Mason, P-Trap, T-Post, Rig Atoni, Patchy Fog and DJ DifLok tackle the hard issues of the day with a critical eye and sharp wit. With collage graphics and anti-copyright notice, The Black Lamp stays true to punk zine principles, and excels at the form with this well written, entertaining read anyone would enjoy. Relevance, perspective and local focus make this a “must read” for SoHumers.
A local character named Okra puts out The Black Lamp, as well as numerous other punk-aesthetic publications, like The Thong of the Thaumaturge, Le Somnambulist and The Invisibles. I really like his perspective, his playful use of language and the artful layout of his zines. He’s always a good read. You will not find Ochre’s work online. He does not trust computers, and computers don’t trust him. If you want to read his zines (you do!) befriend him, and give him money. If you haven’t met Okra, or are frightened of large, bearded, tattooed men, put some money in an envelope and mail it to:
P.O. Box 654
Redway, CA 95560
Building Your Vocabulary One Word at a Time
thau ma turge (‘thaw meh turj) n, working miracles
…as in the title of Okra’s recently reviewed zine The Thong of the Thaumaturge, or roughly translated from the proper English, the underwear works miracles. Here’s a brief (pun intended) excerpt:
“A miner had sex with a canary and got chirpies. It was untweetable. The Dr. looked at his watch,it winked back and blew smoky number zeros up his asshole. The voice of Marvin Gaye could be heard seeping out of the speakers of a quadilac across the red hills “Oh I twy and I twy and I twy.” lovers hold hands secwetly in wust with each other. The canary was related to a chicken who was a pullet and a scholar, had won a pulletzer for poultry, and lived in a coop in Canarsie. This chick knew to scoop when the poop flew, and she knewed that eggs is a lot older than chickens.” …and so on…
To get your own copy of The Thong of the Thaumaturge send money (as much as you can afford) to:
Thend Me The Thong of the Thaumaturge
P.O. Box 654
Redway, CA 95560