We are heartbroken.
We are heartbroken.
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Sorry for not posting since good old dark August (8/19; to my credit I started a post on 8/26 but this new WordPress editor eats my patience and stamina with alarming savagery, man). August is a month that grips me in way similar to good old creepy October—I want to seize and suck every second out of the damn month—and then it gets away from me. I stagger through the daily exertions of the day job, exert what little Will I have on drax-centric endeavors (yes I count blathering on this little site as a drax-centric endeavour) and then I blink, and August is gone. And, now fuck me, it’s 9/13 and it seems the previous weeks have been nothing short of Lightning War, a blitzkrieg of accusations, violence, disaster…
So you’ll bear with me if I just stick w/ the Breakaway shit today. Yeah, yeah, “More later,” but I don’t want to be blinking and stumbling when October’s gone and November has descended and we’re all fucked, know what I’m saying? To arms, Doomtroopers.
Holy… something. Just learning this now. Some fan I am.
Definitely more to come.
Seriously. This sparked something. I’ve been scribbling notes for the last 30 (?) minutes. More to come. I’ll be back.
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POST-PUNK ICONS REIMAGINED AS MARVEL HEROES
A.V. Club reports:
Brazilian Artist Butcher Billy has reimagined a number of post-punk and new-wave icons as Marvel superheroes (he did DC earlier), and the results, a few of which are below, are perfect. Siouxsie Sioux turns into the Scarlet Witch, Mark Mothersbaugh becomes Iron Man, and John Lydon (a.k.a. Johnny Rotten) turns into a scowling, bird flipping Wolverine. While it’s interesting to think about how these icons’ personalities would mesh with each superhero, it’s also interesting to think about how much better or worse each of these musicians would be at being superheroes than their fictional counterparts. Would Billy Idol-Thor even be worthy of carrying Mjolnir? Does Spider-Ian Curtis have the wherewithal to keep dealing with the Green Goblin day in, day out? Is Hulk-Morrisey somehow more mopey than Bruce Banner? Knowing how insane comic book…
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MORI: Well, THANKS A LOT, JERK!
ME: Jesus, what did I do now?
MORI: You KNOW what you did! You have me perform the first completely unselfish act in the whole damn story, and I get smacked upside the face for it! THANKS a LOT!
ME: All right, I didn’t do it; Fritz did it. And you did steal his drugs. Besides, I don’t see helping Fritz out of the club your first unselfish act, not really. It was your third. Sort of.
MORI: And what were the other two?
ME: When you felt protective toward Frost in the first installment. And when you took notice of the friendship between Frost and Trista…
MORI: Dude, those are thoughts, man! Thoughts don’t count!
ME: They totally count. Thoughts go a long way for establishing empathy and sympathy from the reader. Trust me.
MORI: Heard that before. I’m still pissed. And…
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El desierto by Elena Dudina
YUKI WAS A YOUNG WOMAN who played the violin at street corners in the great city of glass and steel.
She was very poor; she depended on the coins that people dropped at her feet to buy food. Her family had told her to find a job in the great city, but Yuki loved play the violin more than anything else. She would practice for long hours, then find a quiet spot near a the yawning black arch of a subway terminal and entice the violin to sing for the people who hurried by, people who didn’t look at Yuki as she swayed in the arms of the music, her eyes closed, her lips parted. The sweep of her arm was a blur, the bow slashed and jabbed the air. The music rushed and rushed. And in Yuki’s mind, amid the haunting echoes of…
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So proud of you on Father’s Day, my glorious Dakota, my fearless Damien. You will visit fantastic places and accomplish incredible goals in the long walk of your lives. I know this because Daddy Drax knows everything. My brave and strong little ones. Thank you for a lovely day.
“Seneca” by Patti Smith
Not a downer, the voice of a sober parent, looking ahead.
A few weeks ago. Trying to terrify my children on instagram.
HELLO AGAIN. So, yes. HEXES is dead. It was good but it’s gone, hours gone. All good things, yadda yadda ad nauseum. But as it is World Dracula Day, Hey now!
There will be a final issue of HEXES, the “goodbye” or “zero” or “infinity” issue. Here’s a sneak peak.
The Fox in the Backyard
More Later. Peace and Love.