Hangovers’ is a charming little slice of lively
angst, perfect for those days when the world seems
irredeemably dark and depressing (or is that just
me?). It describes itself as ‘a dark street
poetry magazine’ and it certainly is a long
way away from the dominant formal mode of literary
publications. ‘This is not a pretty mag,’
declares the back cover, ‘we favour the dark,
the crazy, the drunken, the funny and the downright
ridiculous.’ And this is indeed a journey through
the raw and the difficult: scars, tattoos, affliction,
pain, addiction and the ubiquitous nature of suffering.
What stops it from being annoyingly adolescent and
whiney is the genuine, deep emotion that the poets
have engendered in their work, the honest and passionate
feeling. Its vividness stands out from the pale and
insipid offerings of some ‘serious’ lit
mags, corseted as they sometimes can be in convention.
But having said that, although the cover picture is
deliciously provocative - a pretty little Miss Suicide
- there is little here that is truly shocking. There
is but a modest sprinkling of naughty words and subjects,
that only the stiffest of prudes could find offensive,
but then, they are surely not this magazine’s
The contributors are international and the quality
of the work runs a wide gamut: there are some tender
moments, though it is also sometimes guilty of the
unjustifiably obtuse. This is however, a small gripe.
‘In Between Hangovers’ is an enjoyable
ramble on the dark side, ‘Come join us in the
gutter.’ You might surprise yourself!
Review by Mia Hart-Allison