On This Day I Choose To Be Proud Of Lothar Vosseler

One man, one chancellor and twenty tissues per pack

This man you see holding bread is Lothar Vosseler. He’s 57. When he’s not holding bread, he’s unearthing the grime on his brother, the Chancellor of Germany. They don’t really get along I guess. I guess Lothar put out a book called The Chancellor, Unfortunately My Brother, and I. And the Chancellor has worked to stamp out his brother’s many publications which divulge personal information about him.

To circumvent his brother’s censorship, Lothar Vosseler will be distributing his texts on tissues, twenty to a package, as a handkerchief newspaper focusing its art and prose on the Chancellor. It will be called Sniff and this article says Lothar’s tissue press is “plainly targeted at the estimated 20 per cent of Germans who are currently suffering from colds.” He has promised to tell the story of the time the Chancellor crashed his car into a fence.

People, there’s just not enough underground press out there. Well, actually, there probably is. But it’s so underground that I never get to read it. I would love to be part of an underground press with our own language and our own special psuedonyms. Currently, I have no idea what is going on in the underground. I haven’t been receiving my usual unmarked parcels full of cassette tapes of scratchy lush heavy breathing.

Sniff. Here we have an underground press that any German citizen can participate in. And any German out there can reach into their purse, feign a nostril surge, but duck their face into a proletariat comic.

And so, just for a moment, I’m proud of Lothar Vosseler. And at least I have J & L.

For more bread shots, see: Finally! Tatsumi Orimoto! For more underground, see quiet.