Surely, you already knew the title went to Steinbeck, who went to Shakespeare. Surely, you already know it is far enough from winter that we no longer remember what it was like before the late sun didn't fall into our living rooms through the slats of windows, gridded out. Surely, you too are discontent.
Summer Not Made Glorious is not a publication. It's a group scribble sheet, an outlet valve, a mass documentation, a place into which you can drop a full essay or simply a picture of your morning coffee. You can post as much or as little as you want. There will be no editorial oversight. It is intended as the record of a summer when it feels like the world is about to burn, and what keeps happening after if we're all still here.
AV M
Agnes Martin, Untitled, 1977, watercolor and graphite on paper, 9″ x 9″
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