PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon. Forming poetry, philosophy & fable, the science-fictional & alchemical, from essence to possibility, PLINTH undoes boundary or makes boundary womb for birth. PLINTH murmurs untold stories, fragments, weird thought modes, preposterous expression. For PLINTH, beauty is the liminal, the grotesque, the sublime, ritual & devotional practice. PLINTH bridges stars. PLINTH adores the strange, depraved, the horrible & the forgotten. PLINTH marks a chasm. PLINTH is a cogwheel with teeth grinding bullion back to lead. PLINTH is a library. Attend PLINTH as it incarnates in empty rooms, atop ziggurats decrepit or industrial, under gnarled branches, in spaces between throngs, &c.