Wednesday, December 26, 2012

At 9:00 A.M.

A fourth ( though in actuality, there are only three in prison currently, which is a parallel story in and of itself involving the lens, negation and acceptance, but time-like water, is scarce) Grand jury resister has turned themselves in this morning, the fourth, mysteriously disappeared after being mysteriously released, but that is neither here nor there, in truth neither of this is here nor there, because it has happened, and it probably will continue happening and  I suspect that nobody knows what to do. And, on a serious, or more serious note, that's OK, who would know what to do? The member's of the MRI in Chile with the benefit of hindsight would probably lift their hands to the absent sky, because all their friends are dead. But, lets be reasonable, that probably wont happen, we aren't incensed, and the closet we have come to Allende is Nader ( which isn't as bad as one would naturally think, I am sure, for example, that Nader is more enjoyable to be around, if Isabel Allende and her, literally, gag inducing prose, is any clue as to her late uncle's company), so nobody knows heads or tails of this mess ( least of all me) because we are 1.)  strangers 2). little children 3). idiots. Other than march, plead, beg, wait what is there? Only the insane or the subterranean robotic  children of Che want to storm a prison George Jackson style and so I exclude that, breaking shit and the law, however, is not excluded, but at the end of the day, what is irrecoverably lost remains so. Whats the point? Not uttered in inane nihilism but, as nihilism should always be held ( a mirror to the world), as a serious question, because I don't know, then I know almost nothing, I know that the sky is like clay  after the cold rain has slid under the cracks of the Sound, I know that Maddy and Matt and Kate-o are brave and not in a relative sense either, they are brave like every other generation that has gone to prison or died as a schizophrenic world held its breath and then tried to exhume the ghosts that haunt  it. I know that almost everyone believes that we are a rotten broken generation, I know because of this sad ( but also our deserved example, after so long under the water) spectacle that even the whisper that we are not capable of being brave is untrue and undeserved. I also know that we don't deserve their ( the grand jury resisters') incredible gift of bravery and that a day will come when we will probably have to live up to that gift, and that we probably wont. I like to think an instinct of self defense would over come artists as they stare into a future where ( as Bolano correctly stated) a prison will be the only home for poets and that a stirring or a fear or a peep would arise. To our horror, silence is always rewarded unless you aren't a rat.

Friday, December 21, 2012

You suffer, but why?

Today's the day friends, everything is over at midnight- I have, however, heard conflicting reports that the rapture was supposed to happen last night, which in that case- congrats, you are alive for another miserable go around the sun. To celebrate the end we at the office are getting fucked up and listening to Napalm Death's masterpiece "YOU SUFFER" ( now with lyrics) on repeat till the Anti- Christ tells us to turn that racket off. Enjoy:

Napalm Death - You Suffer (with lyrics!!!)



also Nada 009 - Apocalypse... Not!!!

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also this end Nada Serial 1
stick around next year for Nada Serial 2


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Happy Early New Year!

As the world is ending in a couple days, the debauchery that would happen on New Years Eve won't. So here is an early New Years gift.

If you have some time to kill,
The Phantom Carriage

Victor Sjöström
1921
Sweden




Sunday, December 16, 2012

So Long Tides of Flame

The excellent Seattle anarchist gazette has announced that it will be ending after 25 issues. We here at Nada are truly saddened, not only is Seattle losing a piece of its unique zine culture, but more so, it is losing its only regularly published anarchist newspaper, analysis and ( sometimes absurdly) aggressive shouts to all of us, head bellow the water, to go smash shit up and be free.  Tides of Flames,  we will miss you.Maybe the world really is ending in five days?

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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There is a girl who barks like a dog, she lives in the woods and lives for the jumping out of bushes and shadows and barking at on coming traffic. Sometimes people offer her rides, which she seldom takes ( where wold a barking girl go?) but when she does she likes to alternate between an English accent and growling in a low almost sing song voice as if she were thanking her driver. When she arrives at her destination she begins enthusiastically barking. It could also be laughter, but then who's the joke on?

also Nada 008 - Fuckin' Decepticons!

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Saturday, October 27, 2012

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also Nada 008 - Fuckin' Decepticons!  

      which you are going to have to subscribe to see

 

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Two for Two Taco Tuesdays

We here at Nada have been asked by our local bar council if we would be willing to do advertisements. Naturally we said no. But on second thought. Seeing that it is Tuesday, we say to you, go to the bars and eat up those taco deals. If they don't have taco deals, tell them to "fuck off".

Also, we'll be at the Seattle Anarchist Book Fair, August 25 and 26.
Stop by, enjoy the many "portable and compact form[s] of an already inaccessible reality" that the Anarchists have to offer.

Also, N007 - je ne sais pas i était désespérée

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Saturday, June 9, 2012

Get this man a Pulitzer



As I sit here putting the finishing touches on this book, it’s September 2011—exactly nine years to the month since I launched TuckerMax.com. When I got to the literary world, it was like a great big pussy, just waiting to get fucked—and I stepped up and fucked the ever loving shit out of it. I’ve cherished almost every moment of this past decade. All the successes I’ve achieved are humbling and amazing to me; they surpassed every dream I had for myself when I started. In the nine years since I started, I’ve entertained countless people, sold millions of books, invented a new literary genre, and had a movie made about my life. And I haven’t even turned 36 yet.


Tucker max is done writing fratire. We at Nada feel this is a real shame. No writer- nay, literary genius has so eloquently made the case for date rape culture and fascism. Congrats Tucker, you won the Pulitzer, bro.


also Nada 006 - We Won the Pulitzer?

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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Friday, March 30, 2012

You're a Jerk

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Nada 004 - You're a Jerk

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also, tomorrow we'll be the April festival handing out Nada 004 as well as past issues.
Recto Verso: an Independent Press Expo  10am - 4pm
Richard Hugo House

in order of appearance

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I turned in my Mercedes-Benz for a white Ferrari convertible

that cost me something like $8,000, which was considered a whole lot of money back then. Now, here we are riding around town in this spectacular car. A real black motherfucker like me with this stunningly beautiful woman! When she got out of the bad-ass car she seemed to be all legs, because she had these long, gorgeous, dancer's legs and she carried herself with that dancer's carriage. Man, it was something, people stopping and looking with their mouths hanging open and everything.
         I was sharp as a tack every time I went out in public and so was Frances. Life magazine even put me in their international issue as a black person who was doing something good for his people. That was all right. But I always wondered why they didn't put me in the issue that comes out over here.
         -Miles Davis

also

Nada 003 - Dysphoria, Paranoia, Catatonia, and still staring at the ceiling

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Friday, February 3, 2012

To our friends in Croatia

Sources tell us that your population is in decline.
As well as the popularity of the necktie.
Nevertheless, we stand behind you Croatia.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

My Friend Vladimir Putin

One of the Nada interns knows a guy who knows a guy who owns a 24 hour pizza restaurant, which is truly a testament to the pillars of capitalism- but I just love pizza- anyways, the guy who owns this pizza joint, may or may not- according to sources close to the magazine- sell drugs at his 24 hour pizza party hut, which, to me, is really a nice idea, combining two things we here at Nada love, pizza and drugs. The guy who owns the 24 hour pizza place happens to be a very close friend to none other than Vladimir Putin, CEO of Russia- which explains the pure marketing genius of pizza and drugs, and perhaps the reason that this particular proprietor  is kind of a dick, but hey, who isn't a dick when they are running a 24 hour pizza joint/drug shack (?) I mean Vladimir Putin is a dick, but he also looks like a mob boss who fucks Edward ( Nada voted team Ed in the 2008 election) for talking shit  ( He picked him up in a Rolls Royce). Putin is always putin something on the first date, and that is why Putin sort of looks like hes dead. Not because he is tired from working all day ( a 24 hour day is how Putin lives) but because he spends a lot of time fucking and doing blow and probably assassinating people himself- because Putin is that kind of leader, he won't ask you too kill someone, because he kind of just wants to do it himself. Our comrade, the owner of a 24 hour pizzeria doesn't kill people, as far as I know, he just sells drugs and pouts. Maybe he misses Vladimir, I like to think he calls him Vlad or Vladli, I miss Vladimir, I like that he doesn't say shit or piss, but excrement- hes a class act.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

To Russia With Love

My heart goes out to you.

also N001Kim Jong Il we will miss you is out on the streets. Find him and keep him warm.

also N002 Party in the U.S.A. will be out Friday (if not, a later day), till then a preview.

also preview link doesn't work anymore.


Friday, January 13, 2012

Even Harvard Loves Nada

Did you know we're media savvy? well we are, and let me tell you its sweet, sweeter than anything I have ever felt before, like being in love- know what I mean? I got the highest score, I'm like good (not naughty) Will Hunting ( I feel nobody ever capitalizes his name, but that could just be me), how bout' them apples ( world).
     I
told you already
even Harvard University
You can go to school but you can't buy Classs
Do you enjoy NADA magazine?
Do you own a green military/paramilitary jacket?
Are you a chick?

Currently NADA is looking for a girl to pose for the end section of the magazine. Where the Birth of Venus is.

NADAdadaMAGAzine@gmail.com

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Nada man, its a Magazine

NADA is Seattle's premiere Dada magazine. From the lower gutters, moss filled basements, and under the rocks held together by concrete, the words and images trickle up. They poke their heads to see the light. They senselessly scan the horizon to hear the blip. And from nothingness, a shadow from the fog appears. The walking footsteps stop in front of them. Has the being anything to say? Has the being anything to show? Sure, but they were not paying attention. So back into the void the footsteps head. And like lying on the moist ground of a park, cuddling with grass for comfort: We find that the warmth was ours to begin with. We are slowly eating ourselves into useless beings. We can do that, or we can to nothing. With that knowledge, we dig with, our hands, our graves. And every morning we make our beds. So that when we finally realize we are too tired to sleep, we may drop our bags, lie on our back and face the fading glimmer of our future. You can read this, or you can do nothing. It's all the same.