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that is all… for now.

Just go shopping: for meaning and God.

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Vintage mini flowers (Set of Four) $ 5.00

http://www.etsy.com/listing/93033942/vintage-mini-flower-pins-set-of-four

Each week grace our WordPress with an item from each of our storefronts. Our Etsy page focuses on the neatest, greatest, most interesting bric-a-brac, hand-made items, home wares, vintage curiosities, and the just plain fun. Our Big Cartel shop is our vintage clothing store and Book stand.

Vintage Country Western wicker handbag $ 15.00

http://babelsalvage.bigcartel.com/product/vintage-country-western-wicker-purse

We hope you get a chance to visit us soon!

Cheers!

Babel/Salvage

Thanks,

Bryan & Chelsea, or

Babel/Salvage

1.
Two months ago my parents were murdered by a white Ford Bronco and now I’m having what seems to be a religious crisis. My therapist suggests that writing things down will help, get these demon thoughts out of my messy skull. I think that’s hogshit but I don’t have anything better to do.

from, “A Young Man’s Search for God,” by Anonymous

2.
People lived here. Not anymore.

from, “In the Land of Ghosts,” by Bryan Edenfield
3.
I am not a brave man, only good at doing what I am told. If anything, this is a sign of my cowardice. Thus when I was given the Elect’s Medallion of Courage, I humbly accepted because it was my duty as a soldier of the great New Army of the Coastland Republic, not because I deserved it. I joined the New Army not out of any notion of civic duty but because of dire poverty. My work is the work of a poet and after a series of unfortunate decisions, I found myself nearly homeless and without much prospects. The newly created military offered room and board and a pension once my service ended. When word came to our republic that the Nameless Kingdom had fallen, the previous Elect created the armed body in order to fight against the still powerful local governor of the Kingdom.

from, “Journey Through Unknown Worlds,” by Emmanuel Lainez

Four False Biographies

Franz Kafka (False Biography 1)

We try to name something unnameable, namely, your infinite regress into a joy so horrible it transforms the world, lovely and idiotic, into an infernal mistake, the next level of hell, banality, which finds perfect solace staring into the last comedy before slumber, the one you dreamed about the night before. What I mean by that is this: I cannot see any of the objects you hold in your hands because when you hold them they become something else, something blinding. And when you describe them to me, you sing in the most beautiful voice, but I know you are only speaking in tongues, and when translated, we will have all of the gasps humanity has ever quivered, wilted down into death. Death sounds like a laugh, not a scream, but the two are easily confused.

Gertrude Stein (False Biography 2)

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately but not because I know you or could even imagine. When I think about you I simply think about a series of words that would describe you perfectly, but I don’t know what those words are and wonder if they have even been invented yet. Certainly they have been but I know that the sentence that describes you so perfectly if read would be mistaken for the real thing (a transformative sentence using magic needlessly to conjure you up woops accidentally) and would necessarily be composed of words in the wrong order or in no order at all. Again I know you are my friend but again whenever you take me to a place full of things that are supposed to be familiar I forget what all of those things are.

Jules Verne (False Biography 3)

When I was a kid I wanted to travel to imaginary places not because they were imaginary but because they weren’t. Given maps, I build a paper city only to watch it collapse. The collapse is the best part, but for the people inside the maps, their whole world has just been destroyed. They plea to me but they speak in a sophisticated jargon that sounds exactly like the clicking of insects. I click back and pretend it means something. We’ve all just gone on an adventure and we have all survived. This imaginary land was for no one else but me. Even its inhabitants have to die.

Jorge Luis Borges (False Biography 4)

Before the Big Bang, everything was compressed into one tiny spot. What if it still is? When I see you looking at your watch with such intensity I know you couldn’t possibly be that befuddled by the time of day, you must be staring into the entirety of existence. People who collect rare coins might be doing the same thing, or people who study architecture, or someone reading a book. What bothers me is the thought that all spots, all objects, still contain the whole of the universe. That’s too many universes for the universe to hold and I fear it may explode. Every day I lay in bed and tremble with fearful anticipation: a multitude of big bangs spreading out from every spot in the universe, spawning innumerably more spots where innumerably more universes will sit, compressed, waiting to be contemplated, waiting to explode.

 To donate to the printing of “Glossolopolis Number One” visit the kickstarter site or donate here.

 http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1919611900/glossolopolis-number-one-a-publication-of-babel-bo

“Glossolopolis Number One” is a short book of poetry and nonsense writing that I have written and designed. The next step: printing and distribution. This is where I need your help. Due to sub-par day job employment, debt, rent and other poverty related factors, I cannot afford the printing costs.
My intention is to make Glossolopolis a semi-annual literary journal, though this issue features only my own writing. Included is a short book of poetry titled “XAGY: a land of monsters,” an excerpt from a mock-academic essay titled “Against Biology, or, Specter Analysis,” and a few other works I had lying around. The intention was to give the issue the feel of an anthology, even if all the work comes from one person.

So I need a little help with printing costs…

For those who donate at least $8 I will send an issue of Glossolopolis Number One directly to you, signed, dated and numbered (if you care about that sort of thing). The book will eventually be sold for about $10 (and most won’t be signed) so this amounts to a discounted copy of the book.

For those who donate $20 or more, I’ll try to put something special together. Maybe I’ll be able to get you a copy of my first book, “33 Opening Paragraphs,” though I can’t guarantee anything at this juncture. A hand-made notebook might also come to your doorstep.

Finally, for every single person who donates, even just a dollar, I’ll give you a dedication page shoat out in my next book, if you’d like.  You can donate here or at the top of the site under the “Donate” menu option.

Thanks for the help.

Thanks
Bryan Edenfield

http://babelsalvage.bigcartel.com/

We are so excited to invite you to the opening of our new on-line store front. Our shop is full of  AFFORDABLE Art and design, fun and flirty vintage, bric-a-brac, as well as books  by (Babel Books & Publishing)  full of interesting and enticing subject matter.  Here at Babel/Salvage we aim to rotate our product (gotta keep em fresh),  and keep our prices affordable.

Tell your friends and family! Upon purchase-mail us with your product number/item and code: “WPBSYES” for a prize along with your item.

              $5.75      Recycled “Anatomy of a Murder” note book set  Brought to you by  Babel Books & Publishing.  (Click on the picture to see this item)

Again we thank you for your support

Enjoy! Keep checking back for more news and products!

Questions or Enquiry?

Attention to Bryan Edenfield or Chelsea Corbin

wearebabelsalvage@gmail.com

Artists, Writers, Architects and Schizophrenic Dreamers, We Need You for…

Wunderkammern: Archaeology of the Fantastic 

Inspired by the 17th Century Cabinet of Curiosities, Babel/Salvage is putting together an art exhibition for the spring of 2012 and we need your help.

Imagine a fantastic land, a Utopian civilization, a dystopian nightmare, an alien world or an alternate reality.  Imagine the cultures and conflicts, the flora and fauna, the geography and cosmology, the religious and political institutions, the rocks, hardware and detritus of this dream world. Your job is to immerse yourself in your own invisible land and build an artifact from that world.  It may be a cup-holder for a society of seven-fingered creatures with two mouths.  It may be drawings of the fantastic creatures that roam the alien forests.  It could be the architectural schematics for their underwater dwellings or the toiletries of a vastly different society.  It could be a painting, sculpture, book or piece of exotic garbage.  Truly, it could be anything, a mysterious window into a world different from our own.

We will be exhibiting these archaeological finds in the style of the wunderkammer in a room filled with the other strange relics of illusory worlds.  Your work will be for sale at a price you choose and we will take a measly 10% commission that will go towards building Babel/Salvage into a beautiful machine of art & literature.

If you’re interested, please email wearebabelsalvage@gmail.com with a brief proposal for your exhibit and a few examples of previous work (jpeg preferred for pictures, Word or Open Office documents for writing).  Are you a new artist without a lot of examples of previous work or a Luddite-type lacking digitized examples?  That’s okay: persuade us with some pretty words or awesome ideas.

 As of yet, we don’t have a space for our exhibition, so any ideas or suggestions are welcome.  We are a fledgling organization, so a little patience will be necessary.

Thank you,

Bryan and Chelsea, or

Babel/Salvage

PS: If you need some inspiration, or would like to know where we are coming from aesthetically, here are a few clues….

Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonders by Lawrence Weschler

The Museum of Jurassic Technology

Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino

Mark Dion

Cabinet of Natural Curiosities by Albertus Seba

(Bryan Edenfield) AKA “Babel”

Founder/director of Babel Books & Publishing, as well as one half of Babel/Salvage.

*Bryan enjoys not looking into camera lenses, drugstore tabloids, highlighting  the mundane, coffee addiction and roommate/fellow Babelsalvonian “Annabelle.”

( Annabelle) AKA “Annasmell” or “Annacute”

Annabelle the wonder dog is probably the most important part of the Babel/Salvage crew. What would we do without her snuggle buggles…*sigh*

* Annabelle loves pooping on university Avenue, extreme eating, extreme loving and the occasional mess.  What can we say… we love the girl.

(Chelsea Corbin) AKA “Salvage”

 ”Does this look right?”

Chelsea is the creator of  Salvage Boutique and an artist, boutique hand, events coordinator and art supporter all in one.

* Chelsea adores coffee, working, re-working, over thinking and over analyzing!

Questions? Do not hesitate: wearebabelsalvage@gmail.com

xo,

Bryan, Chelsea and “Annasmell”