“The Rebel Time is upon us!”

Alice declared in an irate voice. A moment of silence caused time to appear stagnant, and the first one to break the silence was a small plate-animal. Its fork-paws scraped across the floor, and its torso-plate was cracked. Alice’s reflection in the circle was split in half.
Confronted with this image of agony, Alice felt her eyes water. Fearing to fill another room to the ceiling with her tears, she turned and fled the room.

She sought comfort in a room she had never entered before, that was – foremost – empty. The door was a drawbridge, the air was humid and cold, the scent of moss and moist stones lingered in the air. The only source of light originated from the hallway she had taken, and no window allowed more light inside. Distraught, she let herself fall onto the ground, buried her face in her hands and sobbed to herself until something brushed past her leg. Lifting her gaze, she beheld another small dinnerware animal. It tilted its cup-head and lowered it while elevating its behind as though it attempted to challenge Alice to a game. “How curious,” she said to herself and stretched her hand towards the being. Gleefully, it evaded her hand. At this point, Alice couldn’t keep herself from giggling over the droll scenery. More scraping animals could be heard coming down the hallway. Soon, the room was filled with Alice’s subjects that gaily chased each other, performed something of a dance and made pyramids for her entertainment. Above their heads a fan began to rotate, spreading a bit of warm water. In the meantime, Alice’s laughter grew and grew with the echo, she clapped her hands and observed the event. The sound of scratching metal on china soon turned into a pleasant rondo, and eventually, Alice rose to join them. She danced with them in circles right beneath the fan, she chased after them and let them jump through her arm-rings. The scent in the air changed into something generic, a cleaning agent perhaps, regular soap or an industrial cleaner. When the party became increasingly wild, Alice wished to leave her subjects to themselves as to not disturb them. Before she left the room, she did a round of formal curtsies through the elliptical room.

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OUT NOW: GOLDEN TIME

Alice stepped in and halted dazzled by the luminescence flowing from the walls of the colossal hall. Its panels were amber and golden. By her side, her own reflection accompanied her as she entered.

In the middle of the room, the familiar tea-party awaited her – yet no one was present. All cups, all napkins and tea kettles emitted a warm golden glow. Surprised by the scenery, Alice took a seat wondering whether the kettles poured melted gold or amber as well. In the silence of the room, Alice reached for the honey dipper. “One lick can’t hurt,” she thought to herself.

As soon as the honey dripped onto her tongue, Alice felt herself dissolve in the taste. She entered the realm of the Golden Time, and a mellifluous voice whispered,

And a Word Problem
spelled out I-D-C-U-H
gave leeway to The Time Once Upon
whatever The Kingdom of her Heart desired
I gilded for her.

 

We proudly proclaim: The Golden Time has arrived!

 

Call for Submissions: Golden Time

Alice was strolling around the Gothic castle as she reached a beautiful massive door, which she pushed, but it seemed locked. “At least this can’t be the Bluebeard’s chamber, I see no keyhole’, thought Alice musingly fingering the dark golden surface. Suddenly her fingertips sparked and a heavy door leaf moved…

Alice stepped in and halted dazzled by the luminescence flowing from the walls of the colossal hall. Its panels were amber and golden…

 

Why nICHt? Golden Time – Summer 2017.
Send your prose, poetry, short drama and fragments to whynicht@univie.ac.at
Deadline: 27 April ’17
Submit your writings, otherwise off with your head!

 

You are invited!

Dear all,

you are cordially invited to the reading of Why nICHt?’s Gothic Time edition on March 10th, 2017 at 7 p.m. Our soirée takes place in the cosy café twentyone below. (See details below)
Please RSVP and/or join our Facebook event!

Sincerely,
your Why nICHt? Team

 

Details

The event on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/1207897439305641/
Dresscode: Casual/Smart Casual
Please note: The reading starts at approx. 7.30 p.m. We kindly ask you to arrive on time not to disturb the performance.

Location:
twentyone below
21er Haus
Arsenalstraße 1
1030 Vienna

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A look back: 2016

During the first days of 2017, we are keen to look back on our second year of existence. A lot has happened since January 2016: we’ve brought two magazines to live, Alice changed her hairstyle twice and we had the pleasure of participating in the reading “ICLA on Stage” at the Conference of the International Comparative Literature Association. What a blast!

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Out now: Gothic Time

One flying leap, and Alice found herself inside the magazine. She felt a breath of wind on her face while she was falling and falling … it seemed this flight would be endless. She heard the sound of the clock: ten, eleven, than twelve, Alice was still falling.

The clock struck thirteen. All at once, young Alice arrived, safe and sound, at the bizarre world of Gothic. An ancient staircase offered the way up to the unknown. She took the first step and green ivy instantly withered and fell off her hand, Alice heard a dark voice:

„Ich spüre sie. Die Bleichung von Innen.
Der Genuss des Schmerzes
drew Paperplanes across my eyes
dispersed by Little Beams of Light
Then Czarny – pitch black.”

 

We are happy to announce our new edition: Gothic Time!

 

 

Issue Gothic on the 13th of December!

In the nighttime to my mansion, came the Cheshire Cat thirteen times,

Lovingly it rubbed against my ankles, purring sweet and ancient rhymes.

And I heard the cadence of a puzzle, beautiful, bewildering, benign.

I sat wondering for quite some time, staring in the Cheshire’s eyes of amber.

And they told me: “Issue Gothic Why nICHt? on the 13th of December!”

So will do I, as I have been told by the yellow flickers in the eyes of gold.