- Warren Ellis
Here's a casual update with an old sketch from the past year (penned while sitting in one of Glasgow's well-loved bars, Nice 'N' Sleazy), and a book I finished this afternoon which a friend recently gave me, saying he couldn't make heads or tails of it. I loved every glorious, cybernetic, cigarette-yellowed word of it as Warren Ellis let loose with all his feels about the essence of Comics, framed as a pseudo-biographical acid trip about Jack Kirby as he argues with a cigar-smoking robot head on his desk, which was the head of Philip K. Dick until he stole it and rewired it with Jack Kirby's consciousness. There's something sou-soothing about the birth of the word "Phildickian" as it pops into being in the course of what is, essentially, the product of Spider Jerusalem pursuing an alternate career as a comics scholar. On that note, I'll catch ya later. Cheers!
"I should also mention here Jean-Pierre Dionnet, the grinning Angel of the Odd - as his blog is entitled - comics writer and editor of the seminal French SF comics anthology Metal Hurlant, who introduced me to my Paris hotel suite with: "you will like this place very much. This is where I lived for a couple of years after my wife threw me out." It was palatial, within a few minutes of the Arce de Triomphe and around the corner from Champs -Elysees. At night I could sit outside wonderful cafes with coffee and cigarettes, writing on a handheld computer and watching Paris flow and skitter and clatter by. Important to note I was not, like Grant Morrison, composing miserable poetry in a notebook. Although I did kind of smile and suspect that his spectral electromagnetic imprint wasn't far away, probably fucking up someone's computer as it sat there glittering in the dark, the Kirlian traces of Grant wearing depression like a well-cut new jacket that he could shrug off the moment he was bored with it. You could encode a wall of graphic novels and a stack of hard drives full of interviews into a form readable by Google Maps and spit out a KML file of every city street in the world where at one time Garth Ennis has been in a booth at the back with a beer, Grant's been at the window with a vodka and a notebook, and I've been outside with a handheld computer and a cigarette."
- Warren Ellis
I've been absent from this blog, and other blogs, for a while now, a consequence of moving back to Canada from a year in England and struggling to get my feet back on the ground. But I've landed, started to settle, and set some serious wheels in motion for the coming year. Keep an eye open, there will be big news coming your way in the next month or so. In the meantime, I have not in fact forgotten how to draw, so here's a comic jam page for you. Enjoy!