The launch party for the new metro lit and culture ’zine, Revolver lived up to its hype. The hype being the fact that this literary gathering featured one of the most arguably un-literary spectacles: boxing. Northeast's Uppercut Boxing gym was packed to capacity with 600-plus curious onlookers and literary types as hipsters jogged through the parted crowd, Rocky-style, and into the ring to beat the crap out of each other. So much for the introverted writer stereotype.
But that was exactly the point - what better way to illustrate Revolver's ethos of "rowdy reading" and no-genre-barred submissions policy? Literary participation was encouraged by hot ladies covered in white paint and sentences who took Polaroids of guests to inspire them to create their own strange stories. Beer and wine-soaked dancing to uncomplicated yet loin-arousing dance jamz from the ’90s and ’00s by DJ Shannon Blowtorch were the icing on this crazy cake of an unforgettable party. If the meaning of literary always included this kind of irreverence, then I think there would be a helluva lot more English majors.