Transitional Times Transitional Body | Discipline Welcomes Beauty ~ works by M. Téllez
Two releases from our own M. Téllez a.k.a. Magus Monk. One, a short story collection. The other a cleaning and organizing grimoire. Choose one, the other, or both.
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TRANSITIONAL TIMES TRANSITIONAL BODY
This zine follows a few personal (or I suppose artistic) decisions I made after working with outside publishers, wherein I told myself not to forget that writing for myself and my network is what’s most rewarding, both spiritually and financially.
It contains four stories, two that were published in 2017, and two that debut in this zine.
For those who have followed my All That's Left work over the years, I’m pleased to include a 14,600 word story, welcoming you into the lusher landscape where Kay, Rahl, Suli, and Braga dwell, which has always been in my head but never managed to make it into those initial stories. Consider this an opening chapter with more on the way.
For those who are new to All That’s Left, I released a series of zines under the same name starting in 2012, featuring a cast of struggling cyborg surveyors in a divested and similarly struggling environment. I described the series then as post-binary and non-linear, and while that still holds true, I currently describe it as “a living story, about dispossessed cyborgs and their many borders.”
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DISCIPLINE WELCOMES BEAUTY
A long-awaited grimoire. Discipline and cleaning & organizing are things I seem to be known for. In my personal space, I'm very fastidious about things being clean and organized, and I view it as something I do for myself yet also feel conflicted about the deeper meanings of its values. So I decided to write about it.
I used to be a very messy child. You couldn't see the floor in my room, and I would dash across the crap pile, and locate things by triangulating their last known whereabouts by crap quadrant. One day - I must've been seven or eight - I cleaned up my room.
I don't know why I cleaned it that day out of the blue. I had just decided, is my only recollection. It surprised my mom, as did the reason. I've kept my personal space organized ever since.
I wonder now if maybe I hadn't realized the burden it was to my mom who would have to spend the whole day cleaning her child's room every few weeks.
Here's some of the section titles:
The bitch's retreat
Not purity. Not order.
Take good care of your tools and they'll take care of you.
Beauty as a sensation.
Letting things go.
Just remember that you'll have to live with it.