The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett
Happy Valentines Day.
And happy birthday Emily Valentine.
I’m making a little trip down the the nations capital for the Canberra Zine Emporium on Sunday the 23rd at Gorman House. Not sure where that is, but if you’re in the area, come and pester me.
There is also something the day before at the Museum of Democracy where they’ll be launching the Zine Lounge. I’ll have a bunch of zines you can play with and I think there will be zine making workshop.
Lastly my friend Elizabeth JMW sent me a review of “The Maze” a story of hers I illustrated. Nice things were said. You will be able to pick p a copy off me in Canberra should you wish.
It won’t be long. In fact it’s here now. Songs of Protest number 9. Songs that beat in time. Because protesting needs some good songs. Oh and there’s a couple of Beatles references in there, in case you didn’t notice.
Printed in FULL COLOUR on recycled paper for what it’s worth, on my evil HP laser printer.
Hand sewn by me or the lovely Rosina. Whoever has the time.
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I’m working on a new ziney book, of my photo poems. It may take a while, like everything else. But I think I have to get this out there. Hopefully soon. I started using old magazine pictures and just started writing speech bubbles of garbage that really had nothing to do with the pictures. Not like when they have a funny photo caption competition, but just sort of odd rhymes and nonsense that came into my head when I started writing.
Here’s an example.
Saint Beckett 