THE DC IMPLOSION. OR LEFT BACK IN THE COLD.

 

 

I watched a much liked Cartoonist you tube, I might as well say who they are, Pittsburgh Cartoonists called Cartoonistkayfabe, I have yet to figure out what that means. But, they are good guys and quasi in my age range, as I recall a lot of the books they admire and read, as that was just when I was saying Goodbye to comics, like Valerie, I thought forever.

They spoke of a magazine called Comics journal, cum resister, cum reporter, cum scene like the American scene magazine of Jackie's heights, and I had to make mentioned of it, which I try not to do a lot now as we are all on report by people who made up for voting for a Goldwater Girl with voting out and out for segregationist who gave eulogies for a Dixiecrat and of or course, #whovotedagainsthillaycare …? But I had the very issue I had to remark, a Heavy metalish, text drenched, rag paper alike broadsheet. Which, I bought to convince my pop that in fact comics, as Italian an art form as is magic realism, if the white girls would look it up, and cartoons were indeed a business and not a bullshit bullpen sweat-shoppe as he was certain, where goons and the illiterate put turgid fantasias into too verdant inks.

He didn't buy it, though I bought it as could remember mostly for the eulogy of my personal Virgil of comics, Wallace wood, worth a thousand Kirby's, whose shyster charms, I said to these guys, oozes from the issue. Now, I am old enough to recall the dc implosion, in a sever wintry of incessant ice, stagflation, Olympic boycotts, and all the rest of the Kojak era decadence that the last living cat member of Oh Calcutta could give us. I think it as my ma, by the way, who sneered about me spending I think 1. 75 for it, as she was less impressed by Stan Lee than my pop was. But there again as sickened me the first time , a self made eulogy, a kind of requiem I was begrudged making for my own Mother at these praetorian sites, now crying Acra Acra like the too clever wolf, on the now disappointing and disliked and distracted Internets since the wife of a rapist didn't get to play Caesar in drag. In the magazine, Jack the hack as he was called at DC where he found again no friends, there's always a reason for that, it seems to him, the walls have mouths and all are out to kill this self appointed king, and Vince Collettas, who had no one but Kirby and his minions gunning for him, with those cartoons that exuded autopsy grace and Sunbeam toaster quaintness, who merely tried to do their ghetto garage league jobs, are alas fingered and targeted by the sweatshops Unsaved tiger, in which we are up to our tucheses within. I think my pop was right, as tole me to go the newspapers Ala Waterson, and see if there could ever be another Prince Valiant,perhaps a More Roman one than the Conan admired by little clerk like black apple polishers, a Prince strip that was exquisite then, which, like Phantom and Popeye he admired.

Case in point, in our way-back machine we have seemed like, Mad's Star Bores, i read as a collection by then as a kid, to break the rudder, as we are doomed back to 1975, where I have always been at the 12th precinct, but this time, sadly, and why the old goon is mired at 30 percent, the opportunity of change and growth and the future is non extinct anymore. We are stuck here. 

 

 

 

And yet, I am invictus, somehow, the cartoonists made me think, as have taken images of Mort Drucker, who as I said to some hag, he wouldn't draw the imagery for even as satire of Hogans heroes, now a holy writ, what isn't...?, saw the Odd-father making now a movie, reverential of its self like movies about Orson making Citizen Kane, if you can belive it, to show again, it has the good housekeeping seal of approval, and inst hate speech in anyway,... well, the first Italian American to win your fucking little gilt Oscar, as Orson called it, was Ernie Borgnine for Paddy Chayefsky's Marty, as no Don Hollinger am I, but I'm not the one with lips crazy glued to the balls of a duding copse at 30 percent approval, that I am sure Democrats who have the visage of Jesse White will not gruelingly stay. I made the drawings look like the medveal Italians seen out of Guido Reni, as like many, think I've had enough of your sanctimonious minstrelsy.

 

 

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