the eight cuts manifesto

there is writing out there that will blow your mind. and you have no idea it’s there at all.

eight cuts exists to champion extraordinary literature from people you may never have been given the chance to encounter, be it a single poem, a performance or a body of novels

eight cuts is a doorway to a world you heard is there.

a world intimated at in blog comments and tweets

a world alluded to in magazines

a world a shadow of a shadow of which is hinted at in newspaper and magazine articles

a world you’ve probably been told is meaningless, scary, junked-up, trashy, bloated, angry, wannabe

our world

we are rats

we live in our own space, build our own communities, societies, foundation myths and bodies of work.

we share some of your doorways, and sometimes you will see the traces we leave behind. traces like this. often they are strange, unfamiliar, and consequently seem frightening, but they are doorways onto a whole world that exists, fully formed, in parallel with yours.

for too long we have been expected to push at these doors, and gaze around them in wonder and admiration, dreaming, cap in hand, of one day entering the world beyond them. we think maybe it’s time for us to offer an invitation the other way.

go on. push, and see what exists on the other side of the door. those traces you see on blogs and underpasses, left behind in railway carriages and in strange marks on walls and pavements and facebook updates. they are tips, and traces, but of what? of something remarkable and fantastic.

 

We have books

 

We have events

 

We blog about stuff we like and stuff we do

we are on facebook. heaven help us all