Getting this year’s Halloween costumes prepped

i had never before sewn from a pattern.
i had never before sewn from a pattern with kittens around.
i had never before sewn from a pattern with kittens around to a David Bowie soundscape.
now i have.

In other news,

Graphic novels—pumped-up comics—are to many in their teens and twenties what poetry once was, before bare words lost their cachet. The nineteen-sixties decided that poet types would thenceforth wield guitars; the eighties imposed percussive rhythm and rhyme; the two-thousands favor drawing pens. Like life-changing poetry of yore, graphic novels are a young person’s art, demanding and rewarding mental flexibility and nervous stamina. Consuming them—toggling for hours between the incommensurable functions of reading and looking—is taxing. The difficulty of graphic novels limits their potential audience, in contrast to the blissfully easeful, still all-conquering movies, but that is not a debility; rather, it gives them the opalescent sheen of avant-gardism.

Speaking of graphic novels…The Fountain is soon to be released, which is nice, because I haven’t been pumped in a while about anything going on in comix. (Aronofsky is a champ.)

Getting this year’s Halloween costumes prepped