When you look at the world and start to think of all that’s gone wrong, you begin to look at the walls and stay inside because the streets are the same old movie.
Most movies are clichés. The heroes all end up like the old movie hero: fat arse, fat face with the brains of a lizard.
If you don’t want to watch reruns then you’ve got basically got three choices – become a monk, get drunk or go to work.
I want you to get involved.
The walls here at the Salient office are just like a broken piano. They have fragments of posters, old blue-tack stains and pitted holes from tacks. It’s beautiful because it’s got history. Editors, visionaries, writers and dreamers have placed their thoughts here. It could be a painting but it’s more like song with no chorus.
I want you to teach the world to sing.
These computers have blank screens. They wink and burn. The telephones lie with their arms by their sides. They know a boxing match is around the corner. You could be the next contender. In the cracks of the Salient office there is ink, it’s lying there. Bulk, clustered oil.
Oil floats above water.
If you are reading this and are confused then you’re probably our next sub editor. If you think it’s wanky and that you could write better then you’re probably our next feature writer. If you just don’t care then I’m going to need to work harder.
Build where no one else builds, it’s the last way left.
Salient wants feature-writers, news-writers and original ideas. Email firstname.lastname@example.org, come to the Salient office (level two Student Union Building) or call me on 463 6767.