From the website:We here at Synaesthesia Magazine like to gorge and drown and feast on fat and grease and chunky chocolate gingerbread, so we thought we'd let you do the same – for the sake of art.
Our next theme is EAT. How many of your favourite stories and films have characters sitting around a table, fighting, charming, falling in and out of love? Think about stories like Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love or Adam Marek’s Sushi Plate Epiphany. They are magic.
For this issue, we want words to drip off the page like they’re crawling through greasy diners, trawling through paragraphs soaked in grenadine and burping out glorious, cinnamon-heavy dialogue.
We want to glamorise eating. We want to go to bed with pizza boxes and beer, flick through Food Network and literally fall asleep dozing to Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. We believe eating is a writer’s most prized weapon. Eat, and you’ll write more. Eat, and you’ll write better. It’s an artists’ natural paintbox: try dipping teabags in brandy and chocolate and sunflower seeds and painting old hands – see what food can do for you. We hereby encourage you to dine.
We're also looking for recipes. Not just any recipes, not just your grandma’s orange-rhubarb-cognac crumble recipe (although feel free to send this one over, our email address is
synaesthesiamagazine@gmail.com – ahem) but recipes that tell stories. Recipes that tell us how to make a slow-cooked fall-out-of-love stew, or a ten-minute snack of sex, sleep and tequila. Recipes that rhyme, half-rhyme – jar us with unusual flavours like liquorice and ale.
Also, check out our editor’s piece on writing something worth eating.
The steaks are even higher (and juicier) this time. We’re receiving more submissions than ever before – so for this issue, we’re looking for even tighter stories and poems and essays. We want illustrations that boil colours in bright copper pans and hiss and splutter as they bubble over.
Taste-colour, taste-emotion, taste-anything synaesthetes, you know what to do.
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I want to have a good body, but not as much as I want dessert. ~ Jason Love
There is no pie in
Nighthawks, which is why it's such a desolate image. ~ Happy Stomach
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