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Mission Statement
The
Fear of Monkeys will close to submissions once Issue 50--our last issue--is
filled. It has been nearly twenty years and time to move on to other things.
I would like to encourage those who have written in the zine before to
think about submitting something about what Fear of Monkeys has meant
to you. In the early days of its youth, it alone provided a market for
politically-oriented prose and poetry, and the publishing world looks
the same now.
Another
few years of hanging from vines and swinging from trees, throwing dung
at the neighbours and our friends, and generally trying to encourage good
citizens.
I
think now that he was the silliest creature I ever met; he had developed
in the most wonderful way the distinctive silliness of man without losing
one jot of the natural folly of a monkey. (Island of Doctor Moreau
- H. G. Wells)
Although
The Fear of Monkeys comes from a movement in literature and culture
that begins with the beast fables of antiquity and runs through Caliban,
the Yahoos, the Morlocks and M'ling, more recently it is an E-Zine featuring
politically conscious writing. Its purpose is to provide an empty vessel
into which we might pour the otherwise marginalized voices of those concerned
with political and social responsibility.
The
web has news sites, such as Indymedia.org
and the Onion, and many more pages
are opinion based, but the purpose of this site is to provide a venue
for less overtly didactic writing projects. The more edgy prose, that
story, article, or poem, you wrote about the neighbour's fighting, about
the cops who brutalized your friend, the sludge you saw in the lake, or
how you felt in a strip bar or after you read Rachael Carson's Silent
Spring, all can find a home here.
At
The Fear of Monkeys we believe that any fear of monkeys
is mostly based on a misunderstanding:
The
Planet of the Apes series tried to explore the implications of
historical American slavery, but bound by the temper of its times,
it could only write a metaphorical version. Attempting to create a
psychic distance from America's contemporaneous racism--by making
the slave-owners ruling apes and the slaves humans--this reading of
history tried to probe the institutional dehumanization of oppressed
peoples. This allegorical reading of history proved to be too much
of a logical leap for the American viewing public, however, and instead
of the desired result of universal human suffrage, it led merely to
an incomprehensible and widespread fear of monkeys.
(Historiographic
Metafiction or, Lying With the Truth)
I didn't
used to be afraid of those red-assed monkeys, showed no respect to
them at all. Then, on a drive-thru safari with my soon to be in-laws,
I opened the car door and held a piece of bread for one just inches
from his cage. Apparently I can't read or else I might have noticed
the sign: KEEP HANDS AND FEET INSIDE THE VEHICLE AT ALL TIMES AND
DON'T FEED THE ANIMALS.
He stared at me until I started making cute here-kitty-kitty sounds,
then without warning shot his hand through the gap and grabbed me
by the wrist. I ripped my hand away and fell against the car while
that bastard started hooting and bobbing his head up and down and
bouncing his red ass all over the cage. Back in the car, my heart
machine-gunned lava to my cheeks while my arms and legs goosebumped
and everyone laughed. They're baboons, goddammit, and they have huge
fangs. Huge. (Jared Ward)
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