Main Street Magazine Spring 2021
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I initially attempted to write a real letter from
the editor and didn’t like it all that much.
After deliberating with creative consultant
Anna Parisi, I was advised to instead use
the following. It’s the Main Street Manifesto,
and I wrote it one day in my head while bored
working in the back of Wildcat Pizza cleaning pizza
pans. I realized that this issue of Main Street is all
about whimsy, and I’d imagine this is one of the more
whimsical manifestos to exist in the world (but still definitely
behind Bob Kaufman’s Abomunist Manifesto).
Thank you for picking up a copy of our magazine and taking
the time to read it, and thank you to everyone who had a hand
in making it. So many great amazing humans worked very
hard on everything in here and I’m beyond grateful that I can
help facilitate and present their work in these 100 pages.
Cheers,
Caleb
Editor-in-Chief
“Do you have the courage to be a poet? The jewels that are
hiding inside you are begging you to say yes!’”
- Jack Gilbert
“My discography is a radical act of love and protection / From
chaos, bomb blast blown in every which direction”
- Elucid
“Now I have my script. I need to find the warriors. Eh? The
warriors, to do it. Every person who will work on this picture
will be a spiritual warrior. The best I will find.”
- Alejandro Jodorowsky
Main Street aims to take the floating space rock of the
earth and chisel it down (using pencils, pens,
paintbrushes, patience, potpourri, and advanced
new camera panoramas, amongst other ideas)
into an 8.5” by 11” 100-page exploitative
explosive expansive extraordinary exploit.
Main Street’s central hope is for the
magazine to be utilized by an artistic
arsonist in cognitive dissonance in love with the
ocean who creates a large enough bonfire to signal aliens
before extinguishing said bonfire with all of the water in the
Atlantic.
The only talisman Main Street believes in are those flattened
and printed, or shouted and fading; however, Main Street
loves and embraces knick-knacks, doohickeys, doodads,
and whatchamacallits, and believes objects can hold
healing powers resting in the right hands, and especially
the wrong ones.
Main Street is generally specific, and specifically general,
depending on the day of the week, the cloud cover, and
what any given Magic-8-Ball reads after given a fair shake.
Main Street intends for its magazine pages to be used to
construct the following particular particles in no particular
order: papier-mâché sculptures, origami swans, F-15
fighter jet paper airplanes with imaginary ammunition,
waterproof sailor hats, colorful flimsy faux tinfoil hats,
paper basketballs aimed at trash baskets, paper fortune
teller whirlybirds popular in middle schools, all-paper
outfits fit for any occasion, counterfeit money to be spent
on hamburgers and coffee and real money.
Main Street is not a cult, but it’s not not a cult. This is a
more important distinction than one might think.
All copies of any given Main Street Magazine issue should
be stacked on top of each other to form a towering figure
that can be used as the following: a totem pole, to be