Abstract Nursery Rhyme

This is cross-posted at the Abstract Comics Blog.

I did this as an illustration for a nursery rhyme/poem I wrote. You read down for the first verse, then flip the image to read the second. I’ve included both orientations so you don’t have to stand on your head (or upend your laptop.)

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The poem reads:

The birds fly up,
The birds fly down.
The birds fly underneath the ground.
In layers of silt, beneath our feet,
Their feathers rustle, deep on deep.

John walks up,
John walks down.
John walks to another town.
Dust in his mouth, dust in his shoes,
Birds overhead, in ones and twos.

Bad Sentence by Martin Amis

Imagine the mass of the glove Stalin swiped across your face; imagine the mass of it.

Bad writing can make you disagree with sentiments you know to be true. For the time spent reading that sentence, I’m convinced the Soviet Holocaust was not really such a big deal. It’s an odd state of mind but one I can reenter whenever those sixteen words are before me.

The sentence is from Koba the Dread: Laughter and the Twenty Million, a brief historical work in which Amis squared his shoulders and looked the Soviet disaster straight in the kneecaps. The book reveals that Kingsley Amis, Martin’s father, was a Communist Party member until 1956. I find that incredible. It means Lucky Jim (published in 1954) was written by a Communist, which means that the funniest person in the world was a Communist. Then Khruschev had to go spill the beans and Amis senior abruptly gave up Communism; he also gave up being funny, but more gradually and without conscious intention.

Another surprise: Christopher Hitchens was a Trotskyite. I knew he was left, but I assumed that meant New Left. In America nobody looked toward the Russian Revolution for much of anything after the Port Huron Statement. But in ’70s London a bright young person, or at least Christopher Hitchens, could still pick a favorite Bolshevik and take him seriously.

Amis’s trick of turning the reader against beliefs the reader holds is known as the Friedman Effect in honor of Thomas L. Friedman. The effect springs into action when a writer not only does a bad job technically but also gives the impression that a belief is especially beholden to him or her for subscribing to it.

Eeyore weirdness

Incidentally, there seems to be some sort of weird bug/virus going around blogger posting the words “eeyore is cute.” We seem to have had a blip of it here. So hopefully it won’t happen again, but if you were wondering what it was, that’s what it was.

Update: Aha! Bill has found out what’s going on. Just an internal bug, I guess…..

Neither Abstract nor Comics. Discuss

Andrei Molotieu very kindly decided to include my work in an anthology of abstract comics (called…Abstract Comics) that should be coming out this summer from Fantagraphics. There’s a blog up with more information here.

Anyway, folks are posting art and such up on that blog. I’m cross-posting mine below:
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This is something of a collaborative piece. I drew directly on some photocopied conceptual illustrations done by my good friend Bert Stabler for a video project The Intangible Under Umbra. (Scroll down and you can see an excerpt; I did the voice for the talking brain plant thing.) The drawing itself is based on one of Bert’s surreal Peanuts pastiches (this one, in fact.)

Anyway, a lot of explanation for a fairly small drawing. Here ’tis.

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Childish

The Onion, by way of Daniel Radosh:

STOCKHOLM—In recognition of her groundbreaking work treating life- threatening diseases of the privates, renowned hoo-ha specialist Dr. Victoria Lazoff was awarded the Nobel Prize in Lady Medicine this week.

The thing is, Lady Medicine would be a good name for an Alan Moore superheroine.

UPDATE: Thought of another: Alterity Girl

And another! High Horse. That could be a superhero based on Moore himself, since he’s a big, long-legged fellow who likes to get high and who enjoys the occasional fit of moral dudgeon.

Better Money Shots

I’ve mentioned in a few places (most recently here) that Japanese comics artists are in my view by and large better than American ones. I should probably expand that to just be “Eastern artists” or maybe “Japanese and Korean artists.” I just started the series Dokebi Bride, by Korean creator Marley. So far, I’m liking it, if not loving it. I’m a little wavery on some of her drawings of people; the occasionally look awkward in a way that doesn’t seem thematic or intentional. However, when she needs to pull out the big guns and draw something that really rocks you back….

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Even with my shitty scan, that’s pretty impressive.

On the other hand, here’s one of mainstream comics’ leading lights:

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I think both of these images are supposed to be doing similar things. They’re supposed to be spiritual/aesthetic money shots, inspiring awe, reverence, and wonder. In Marley’s, it’s the summoning of a dragon spirit; in Quiteley’s, it’s the contemplation of Superman’s sacrifice/inspiration.

I don’t know. Maybe somebody out there prefers the Quitely drawing. I don’t hate it or anything, but compared to the dragon, it seems fairly unambitious and staid, relying on fairly pat cues (goodness = light!) to convey its spiritual oomph. I think it’s going for a 30s constructivist/socialist feel, probably as a homage to the characters roots — which is fine, but the use of it doesn’t seem especially adventurous, which leaves it feeling cliched, almost advertising. You look at it and think “tum ta-daaaah”, which I guess is the point, but how exciting is that, really? Whereas I feel like Marley is much more full-bore about her embrace of traditional printmaking; the dress the woman is wearing, for example, is beautifully detailed; the dragon’s horns and hair are carefully designed; the use of scale is very nicely managed…. She’s just a better artist and better at using that art to convey the emotions and themes of her story.

Or maybe I’m just sick of super-heroes and prefer water spirits. I don’t know. I can say, though, that I looked at that Marley picture and said, “holy shit,” which happens to me somewhat frequently when I’m reading manga (like YKK for example), but just about never when I read contemporary mainstream stuff. Make of that what you will.

Update: I know somebody out there was hoping this was about hentai. Sorry about that.

Update 2: Follow up post here.

Best Cynical Interjection

It’s by David Horowitz, a right-wing publicist who gets impatient with his side’s “over-the-top hysteria” about the red reign of Chairman Obama:

I have recently received commentaries that claim that “Obama’s speeches are unlike any political speech we have heard in American history” and “never has a politician in this land had such a quasi-religious impact on so many people” and “Obama is a narcissist,” which leads the author to then compare Obama to David Koresh, Charles Manson, Stalin and Saddam Hussein. Excuse me while I blow my nose.

Bonus pleasure: Brendan Nyhan, the very earnest left-of-center moderate who linked to the post, cannot figure out the “blow my nose” bit.