March Hare Magazine gathers art that recognizes the power of the feast in the cold.
We take the March Hare as our heretic saint: insane and absurd and emerging from winter celebrating for absolutely no reason at all, save one- that of having lived another day.
This is our winter, not because of the cold, but because of the circadian catastrophes we watch, wide-eyed, on our TVs , in our streets and in our homes.
In the words of poet Adam Benedict, “strange time for a love poem, but…” The truth is, it is a strange time for anything but despair. But this is not human nature.
Instead, we set the table, we invite our friends, and we have a party: and if we must go mad to do it, then we go mad.
Sit down with us, and enjoy.
Magdalene Benveniste
Jasmine Ledesma
Marco Mazzetta
Sadie Marcus