no time for love, doctor jones! the universe is calling, keeping me from my transcription business. idle hands are the duvet's ploy-thing you know. that guy is a creep.
but, i had to tell you, there are great things going on in comics right now! your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to find a copy of one of these fine young fellows:
-Maggots by Brian Chippendale. its a little dense book with a ton of little, tiny panels on each page. the art is fierce and fast, fluid yet dense. god, all the work this must have taken. apparently the publishing of maggots was postponed by nearly a decade, i'm so very grateful that it finally came out. whats the coolest thing about maggots? the whole thing was drawn on pages of a japanese book catalog and you can clearly see this in the white-spaces of the work. the second-coolest thing? cameo appearance of MOTHERFUCKING HENRY DARGER ARTWORK on the back inside cover, under the dust-jacket. henry darger, the mither-effing man.
-Kramer's Ergot #6 (i would bet that the back issues are good, but what i got my filthy paws on is #6). this book is big and colorful and high-quality. kramer's ergot is what an acid trip would be like if it were a comic book instead of an acid trip. i like the ad-copy on the back, from time.com, that describes it as a jawbreaker for your eyes. or something like that. awesome. i want back issues of this but they're probably worth like a jillion dollars, this #6 is so cool.
not to gloss over the other stuff i got at star clipper last weekend--jeffry brown and 'the cute manifesto' and aranzi machine gun are cool and all. they just don't bust my head wide open like maggots or kramers ergot. this shit is the shit. i am SO INSPIRED by these two books right now. they make me want to just start crayoning all over my work-space until i'm forcibly removed from the hospital.
and then i jizzed all over the place! the end.
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