Tropic of Cancer

"To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle."
—Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

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Memories. Source: fabforgottennobility.tumblr.com.

Sola and Woola

"I had at least two friends on Mars; a young woman who watched over me with motherly solicitude, and a dumb brute which, as I later came to know, held in its poor carcass more love, more loyalty, more gratitude than could have been found in the entire five million green Martians who rove the deserted cities and dead sea bottoms of Mars."
—Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess of Mars

Happy Birthday, ERB

Your Personal Situation

"Drawing is a revelation of the soul, of your personal situation. Even if an artist spent his whole life drawing yogurt cups, you would still see his most secret and most deranging sensibility emerge.”
—Moebius

Jean Giraud, RIP

How Easy

“How easy and natural love is if you are well! And how gruesomely difficult—what a philosophically daunting contraption of self-interest and self-delusion love appears to be—if you are not.”
—Jonathan Franzen, “Farther Away”

Marilyn Minter (i)

Marilyn Minter, Heavy Metal, 2011. Enamel on three metal panels,
108 x 180 in.

Questionable Things

Questionable Things is my aetheric commonplace book, a veritable dog’s breakfast of the dreams my stuff is made of.

Some of them, at least.

Little Boat

Little Boat, by Nelson Boles.

Jack Kirby: Comic Creators Celebrate the King

Today would have been Jack Kirby's ninety-fourth birthday. To honor the day, my brother and I asked comic book creators from the Mid-Ohio-Con family and beyond to answer the question "Why is Kirby king?" Our third annual Kirby tribute appears today at Kraalo.com.

Riding with the King

Alex Ross, detail, Kirby Genesis #0.

Just Answer

"And if you were to be asked: film, play, novel, or opera? Which would you choose?"
—Jean-Luc Godard, Eloge de l'amour

Wuff

Gerrit Dou, A Sleeping Dog, 1650. Oil on panel, 6 1/2 x 8 1/2 in.

Barker

It was once believed that the writer who wrote for himself would end up speaking to himself. It was believed the writer had to write for others, i.e., using accepted practices of listening and seeing. But only the writer who truly invents for himself will acquire the audience who hungers for his invention.
—Howard Barker

Boxmaker (ii)

Joseph Cornell, Untitled (Soap Bubble Set), 1936. Box construction, 15 3/4 x 14 1/4 x 5 1/2 in. Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art, Hartford, Conn.

My Heart, Brief as Photos

Perhaps this capacity is linked to the fact that all young animals need to play in order to learn. Between play and gratuitous pleasure there is a face in common. Playing implies a distinction between the real and the playful. The world is doubled by play. There is the involuntary world of necessity and the voluntary world of play. In the second world pleasure no longer serves a purpose but becomes gratuitous.
—John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos

Greyhounds at Play

Dewey Beach, Delaware, October 10, 2010.
Photograph copyright © Steve Uyehara.

Questionable Things

Questionable Things is my aetheric commonplace book, a veritable dog’s breakfast of the dreams my stuff is made of.

Some of them, at least.

Woof!

Leon Golub, Alarmed Dog Encountering Pink, 2004. Mixed media on Bristol board, 10 x 8 inches.