The zines of the 1960s, ‘70s, and ‘80s were experimental. Sometimes they worked and sometimes they didn’t. They repurposed copyrighted materials. They doctored official portraits. They made something new and subversive with what was around them. The zines used technology but weren’t controlled by it. Xerox was a giant corporation whose machinery the zinemakers parlayed for subversive ends.

Samizdat writers could not make a name for themselves within their home country, but they could share their ideas, their philosophies, their objections, their hopes and their dreams among trusted friends who could share those writings, in turn. They were no longer reduced to “writing for the drawer.” I’ve recently been thinking about this question of how to push ideas out in a world that seems too scared to hear them.

Simon and Garfunkel’s “7 O’Clock News/Silent Night” weaves a spoken newscast with the Christmas hymn “Silent Night.” I have always been fascinated with the juxtaposition of the beauty of holy silence and the grotesque—and utterly human—headlines from the summer of 1966. Like so many people, I am struggling to figure out when and how to concentrate on the background or the foreground, and when and how to see them together.

The Freedonian-Sylvanian war in the Marx Brother’s 1933 movie Duck Soup is initiated by clowns, fought over egos, money, and loyalty. But, the war is ultimately fought by people. And the people are the ones who pay for the antics of the clowns. I’ve been thinking a lot about who foots the bill for the actions of clowns lately.

The zines of the 1970s and 1980s invited thought and action from anyone who took the time to read, just like anti-war posters of the Vietnam era or even political woodcuts during the colonial period. More to the point, all of these forms physically took up space.  I have been thinking about how those without other forms of power can also take up space at this moment. 

Situation Ads of the late 1800s were ads that were shaped by those in authority, and by the conventions of the time. But they were still “situations wanted” by the workers themselves.  I have been thinking quite a lot about when and how we can craft and publish our own Situations Wanted ads. Imagining may be the first step toward achieving a different future.

My interest in the blacklist was connected to the somewhat incomprehensible and alarming idea that people could be erased. There are carryover effects of erasure. Dissent cools when people are sent away. The white space becomes larger and larger. I have been thinking a lot lately about how to fill that white space all together, and all at once.

In 1991, AIDS activists put a giant condom over Jesse Helms’ house. The condom was emblazoned with the words, “A condom to stop unsafe politics. Helms is deadlier than a virus.” The action was funny, to be sure, but also deadly serious. AIDS activists coupled the inside game with the outside game but also never lost sight of laughter itself as a worthy goal.

Growing up, we never subscribed to a newspaper that carried the humorist Dave Barry’s column, but his books were always around our house. They were silly and irreverent, but, if you thought about them long enough, they were still silly and irreverent, and very, very funny. We could all use that—and a stiff drink—right now.

Are Lehrer’s songs offensive? Certainly. But it’s also that offensiveness—the incongruity between tragic reality, scathing lyrics, and upbeat tempo—that makes these works effective. It’s more ridiculous than funny, and that is why we laugh. In my view, situating satire within tragedy is one possible response to world news that reads like an SNL sketch.

How do we create community in a form that is undeniably individualistic and often esoteric? One answer comes in zinefests where actual human beings talk to one another in actual physical spaces. The military is not (yet) on the streets of San Francisco, but it seems probable that it will be at some point. What does a zinefest look like when the walls are closing in around it?