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 novelsâ€”pumped-up comicsâ€”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 personâ€™s art, demanding and rewarding mental flexibility and nervous stamina. Consuming themâ€”toggling for hours between the incommensurable functions of reading and lookingâ€”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.)