Were a wind to rise
I could put up a sail
Were there no sail
I’d make one of canvas and sticks
Bertolt Brecht, ‘Motto’ (Bucknow Elegies)
Tenement Press, cousin to a magazine called Hotel, is an occasional publisher of experimental; esoteric; accidental; and interdisciplinary literatures. Founded in 2020, the press works to forge a space for new voices and critical approaches to literary forms with an eye on actively ignoring the borderline between creative, critical, poetic and political practices.
Contact: editors@tenementpress.com
Editors: Dominic Jaeckle / Jon Auman / James Lindsay
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I could put up a sail
Were there no sail
I’d make one of canvas and sticks
Bertolt Brecht, ‘Motto’ (Bucknow Elegies)
Tenement Press, cousin to a magazine called Hotel, is an occasional publisher of experimental; esoteric; accidental; and interdisciplinary literatures. Founded in 2020, the press works to forge a space for new voices and critical approaches to literary forms with an eye on actively ignoring the borderline between creative, critical, poetic and political practices.
Contact: editors@tenementpress.com
Editors: Dominic Jaeckle / Jon Auman / James Lindsay
︎
Tenement Press is presently closed for submissions
