The Tralfamadorians are an alien race from the novel Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut, for whom time is an endless loop. When a Tralfamadorian looks at someone, they see them as they are throughout the entire course of their life, alive at one moment, dead in the next, and then alive again. Alive somewhere and dead somewhere at the same time is pretty much what it’s like to be a literary magazine on the internet, perpetually existing but long since shuttered. Drunk Monkeys is over. Farewell, hello.
Drunk Monkeys will live on in some form for as long as possible. This particular website and URL will eventually go away, but we will always maintain a home for it for as long as free web hosting exists in one form or another. If you’ve been published here, your work will live on the internet for as long as a free internet exists. Your art was our lifeblood. We would never have survived without it. Getting to know so many of you over the years, watching your careers and lives grow and change, was a joy.
The community that we had is gone, the family we made lives on. So it goes. Below are a few words from those who made this site what it was. We love you all.