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SIR CHARLES BARKLEY SAYS READING FOUR CHAMBERS IS A SLAM DUNK

Charles Barkley

(thanks Isaac)

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PRESS RELEASE 02

PRESS RELEASE

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

 

For more information, contact:

Jake Friedman

Founder and Editor in Chief

fourchamberspress@gmail.com

240-593-1757

 

Four Chambers Releases Issue 02

Phoenix, AZ (September 23, 2013)… Four Chambers—what certain members of the community are calling Phoenix’s pre-eminent literary magazine (but only in jest)—has just released its second issue. The magazine—which measures a satisfying 6” x 9”, is exactly 152 pages long, has relaxing margins, and is printed on a luxurious 70# Husky White in an pleasantly legible 10 pt font—features 13 short stories and 62 poems from 64 authors—about 50% local—including but not limited to the following names you may or may not recognize: Allyson Boggess; Dexter L. Booth; Josh Rathkamp; Jefferson Carter; Gregory Sherl; Jack Evans; Kimberly Mathes; Elizabeth McNeil; and many more.

To celebrate, the magazine will be holding a launch party at FilmBar (815 N 2nd St, Phoenix AZ 85004) on Thursday Oct 2nd beginning at 7 pm, a feature for Travis Mossotti and Where Are All the Buffalo? At Growhouse (906 N 6th St, Phoenix AZ 85004) on Friday Oct 3rd from 7 to 9 pm and a casual reading of the magazine at Songbird Coffee and Teahouse (214 E Roosevelt St, Phoenix AZ 85004) on Saturday Oct 4th from 7 to 9 pm. More detailed information is available on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/events/834278063284152. You should come!

As far as aesthetics are concerned, Four Chambers is just trying to publish contemporary work. “We don’t know exactly what that means, but I think not knowing exactly what contemporary art means is part of what it means to make contemporary art in the first place.” That’s Jake Friedman, Founder and Editor in Chief, explaining the goals of the magazine in the third person, using words he has used to other people in other places at other times. He continues, “We’re just trying to put together something that’s eclectic, accessible, contemporary, and diverse. We’re inclusive. We don’t limit ourselves. We want to provide something for everybody. We’re trying to create a market for independent / grassroots literature. We like lots of different things.”

Friedman looks off into the distance and thinks about going further than is probably necessary or appropriate for a press release. Four Chambers is a heart, after all: something central, organic, and part of a larger body that connects, supports and circulates life. It views itself as tied to the cultural development of Phoenix more generally speaking; while it’s relatively easy for people to find and consume music, visual art, dance, theatre, and other forms of art here in the Valley, it’s still relatively difficult for people to engage with literature. There are so many people here who are already doing fantastic things for literature. But as more or less the only independent literary magazine in Phoenix with a degree of public presence and visibility, Four Chambers is in a unique position to help bring greater visibility to the literary arts and encourage their larger participation in the cultural scene. In this vein, Four Chambers also places a strong emphasis on organizing various events and programming that present literature in relatively novel forms and seeks to create meaningful and relevant public art (e.g. the Festival of Literary Oddities last March, the Literary Flash Mob on the Light Rail just a few weeks ago, a wine tasting or Valentine’s Day dance and dinner in February, and some exciting stuff for Art Detour in the Spring). Four Chambers isn’t just publishing a literary magazine. It’s legitimately trying to make this place a better a city. It’s legitimately trying to build a stronger community. But this is already too long and it’s time to move on.

Topics covered in Four Chambers 02 include but are not limited to: sex with Anne Hathaway; relationship problems created when you have a genetic condition that causes flowers to grow out of your wounds; twenty things you should know by the age of 30; miscommunications with soldiers from World War II; local churches falling in love with area libraries; Phoenix daycare children eating fake snow; Xanax; delivering bread; the Israeli-Palestine conflict; thoughts on Allen Ginsberg’s “Suffering Eastern night sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings” while listening to punk rock music / The Smiths; nervous breakdowns in the Dutch section of the art museum; basketball; team-building activities; Juggalos; Sigmund Freud; and many more.

The magazine also includes four illustrations from local artists Rebecca Green, Joseph ‘Sentrock’ Perez, James B. Hunt and Carol Roque. Cover and design are provided by Isaac Caruso.

Four Chambers 02 is available for purchase online at the magazine’s website, at select venues around the Valley, at any number of events and programs through December (First Fridays, the Downtown Phoenix Public Market every 1st and 3rd Saturday, etc etc), or by contacting the magazine directly. Review copies are available upon request. Submissions are also currently open for Issue 03.

More information and sample work is available online at http://fourchamberspress.com/issue02.

Thanks!

 

About Four Chambers Press Local-National

Four Chambers Press is an independent community literary magazine based in Phoenix, AZ that wants to give greater visibility to the literary arts, encourage their larger participation in the cultural scene, and does not know how to write a press release. For information please visit http://fourchamberspress.com.

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PROMOTIONAL POST I

In honor of releasing our second issue / generally promoting things, we’ve released four pieces from the magazine (one of which has audio!; one of which has art)!

 

Matthew Bisenius | Benefit Concert for Power Inside at MICA

Dexter L Booth | Nothing in Reverse

Leon Hedstrom | Borealis

Illustrated by Joseph ‘Sentrock’ Perez

Zeke Jarvis | Sex with Anne Hathaway

Enjoy!

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ENDLESS RANTING ABOUT WHY I HATE EXERCISE AND LARGE DIRT HILLS

I hate running. It’s the absolute worst – it makes me sweat and gasp for breath and I’m NEVER fast enough. People who run for fun, or sport, or to “feel good” or whatever – I will never understand you. Unfortunately, I have significant experience in running, not because I ever wanted to, mind you, but because I have been in so many situations where I’ve had to catch something.

The first time I realized how much I hate running was one of the thousands of times I was late for the bus to school. The bus stop was right down the street from my house, and the bus driver was always tickled by any chance she got to drive right past me as I stood yelling at the end of my driveway – shoes untied, hair un-brushed, completed homework still sitting on the coffee table.

This particular time, I was determined not to give her this satisfaction. So, in my usual late-and-pissed-off state, I bolted down my driveway, (which was a large and steep dirt hill, by the way), but didn’t make it all the way down without eating some dirt, of course. I had to have fallen at least three times on the way down the street – never successfully completing a perfect somersault however hard I tried – eyes focused on the idle bus at the corner, daring it to drive past me now.

My classmates clapped wildly as I made my way to my usual spot in the back, which was both mean and funny of them.

I know that it’s not fair to blame the act of running for my lateness and untied shoes. However, I’ve had plenty of unpleasant running experiences while my shoes were tied. I chased my dog Tillie when she ran away about once a month, and pages 13-48 of my script for Our Town when I was a senior in high school and FINALLY got the lead in the spring play. I chased a few baseballs when they were hit toward my post in left field, and when there weren’t any baseballs to catch, I was being chased by lots and lots of mosquitoes.
Most of my attempts to catch things by running after them were unsuccessful.

So I’d like to use this time to inform all of you that I have given up running.

I’d also like to inform all of you of our Literary Flash Mob this Saturday, September 13!

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Four Chambers at the Farmers Market!

PART ONE OF AN IRRELEVANT AND SCATTERED PERSONAL ESSAY ABOUT MY VARIOUS RELATIONSHIPS WITH FOOD

I didn’t eat a lot in college. I don’t know why, exactly. Granted there’s something to be said for the quality of the offerings–our dining hall was named Englar, we called the food Glarbage, we spent a lot of time talking about how the people who ran the cafeteria provided similar services for jails / prisons–I think I just wasn’t interested in eating. Like, why bother with food when I could be, I don’t know, reading a book! writing a paper! talking a lot in class! drinking crappy beer in the same crappy apartment week after week! reading more books! repressing anxiety! frenetically lifting weights!

It’s not that I couldn’t have eaten food if I had really wanted to. Other people ate food. Nobody was hiding it from me. It wasn’t a hard thing to do. You just went out and got some. But I was so introverted, clearly repressing a lot of anxiety, not to mention a late bloomer in high school to boot, that I guess I just never realized it.

When I finally became intestinally active, my relationships with food were wild, passionate affairs. I couldn’t control myself. I’d buy big bottles of fancy lemonade and down them before I even made it to the parking lot. I could barely walk through the aisles without having some kind of gastronomic fantasy. I would see a juicy peach and, in my imagination, I would take it home and make a delicious pickled chutney. Those artichokes? I would slow roast them with fennel and white balsamic and eat out their hearts.

In reality, I simply wasted time and money and made a lot of mistakes. That peach? It sat in the basket and withered in the heat. Those artichokes? Molded. The trash. One time I even took home a can of sardines thinking I would eat it with saltines or something. They’re still in the cabinet. I don’t know what I was thinking.

And the fact remained that, though the meals I had were satisfying in themselves, I was ultimately, always, inevitably wanting more. The fuller I found myself, the emptier I became. Everything turned to shit. And so I finally decided that I would just stop eating.

 


 

And it is on this relatively down note that we continue our tradition of bringing the best fresh, local, organic contemporary literature to the Downtown Phoenix Public Market to begin our second season of

FOUR CHAMBERS AT THE FARMER’S MARKET (02 A)

Saturday, September 6th 2014
The Downtown Phoenix Public Market
721 N Central Ave
Phoenix, AZ 85004
10 – 11:30 am
Free

Featuring:

Each of whom was gracious enough to provide us some sample work for us to post on our website (which you can read after the jump)

 

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