Morning, Glorious Morning
Jan. 17th, 2004 10:23 amAh, comics. Love 'em. I guess I should say, "love good comics," but I actually love a lot of bad ones too, so screw that. Comics are audacious. They're ids on paper. They are dramatic and funny and in-your-face. There's a lot to love. While you'll never see a politician who'd have the courage to stand on a stage and outline his mental model of the universe for you, comic writers come right out and come up with an answer to everything - good and evil, gods and devils, heaven and hell, what happens after you die, what you'll find if you travel to the ends of the universe, the origins of life... they've done it all, often in terms that make the Greek myths look sane. Only in comics can you find the personification of Death as a guy on skis. (For real - Jack Kirby's "Black Racer.")
That's not to say that there isn't a lot of pretentious crapola, but that's true of any artistic endeavour. Don't get me started on a lot of modern art. Painters! Abstract works only about 10 percent of the time, and most of those times have to do with couch coordination. Content, people, content! Show me something I can at least try to ponder the meaning of!
Anyway, what brought this on is my latest comic store aquisition - Annual #4 of Hate, a comic I love by Peter Bagge. Weird, hilarious, and true-to-life. Read it, love it, hate it. Become endeared by his absolutely insane, kinda disgusting artwork. Be entertained by his tales of regulars schlubs like you and me out in the crazy day-to-day world. Become inflamed and amused by his political rantings! Feel inspired and somehow rejuvinated by his rundown of the latest bubblegum teen rock bands actually worth downloading for free, or spending actual $$$ to get Euro imports of on eBay. Go, Pete, Go! I know you have a kid now, but pleeeeease put out more comics, not just one new Hate annual per year. I miss your old comic Neat Stuff! I have all the issues! *Sob* Come back to us...!
That's not to say that there isn't a lot of pretentious crapola, but that's true of any artistic endeavour. Don't get me started on a lot of modern art. Painters! Abstract works only about 10 percent of the time, and most of those times have to do with couch coordination. Content, people, content! Show me something I can at least try to ponder the meaning of!
Anyway, what brought this on is my latest comic store aquisition - Annual #4 of Hate, a comic I love by Peter Bagge. Weird, hilarious, and true-to-life. Read it, love it, hate it. Become endeared by his absolutely insane, kinda disgusting artwork. Be entertained by his tales of regulars schlubs like you and me out in the crazy day-to-day world. Become inflamed and amused by his political rantings! Feel inspired and somehow rejuvinated by his rundown of the latest bubblegum teen rock bands actually worth downloading for free, or spending actual $$$ to get Euro imports of on eBay. Go, Pete, Go! I know you have a kid now, but pleeeeease put out more comics, not just one new Hate annual per year. I miss your old comic Neat Stuff! I have all the issues! *Sob* Come back to us...!