Ranting in the proper place.
I started ranting in the last post about the comics fandom press but then cut it realizing I was miss identifying the irritant and seriously deviating from topic.
I was recalling vividly being annoyed buy the superficial text/copy that I saw in books like wizard and previews for my work or anything else I ever read in them back when I did pick them up from time to time. Previews I realise is a catalogue [be nice is it at least aspired to something more but...] But the rest! To me the complicit laziness that the lack of critical thought that rags like wizard display is frustrating and depressing. I can hear the mantra 'buy me, buy me, buy me, buy me...' being chanted between the lines of copy, burrowing into the compulsive obsessive minds of young comics fans turned collectors or worse, the opportunistic non-reading collectors.
The Franklin Mint of comic books I called them, I seriously thought about buying a rubber stamp signature [I’m not kidding, I looked into it but quit going to cons instead for several years] to pound on the covers of books at cons in 94'.
Maybe it's cus I was raised to be deeply suspicious of materialistic capitalist enterprise in general. But just the same whenever I did look under the high gloss sheen of bad add copy, slapdash garish graphics and embossed foil laminated card stock I invariably found bleeding mutilated abattoir cast offs posing as comics. I saw vapours and short-sighted goals. And I never found something that surprised me or challenged me or made me care one bit. At best and at worst, sometimes I found the whimpering remains of a good idea picked over by intrusive oversight and forced to conform. In particular I saw those in some of my own contributions to the steaming pile.
And one day in 96’ I took the whole pile in my position, mailed to me twice monthly by the tenfold - often arriving in big blue vinyl customs bags bound in gaffing tape that reminded me of sacks of drugs - I took them all and dropped them in a metal coal bin and set them on fire.
It was very cathartic.
But still I need to vent once in a while.
much better, I go draw now.
Next post something nice I promise.
:)
I was recalling vividly being annoyed buy the superficial text/copy that I saw in books like wizard and previews for my work or anything else I ever read in them back when I did pick them up from time to time. Previews I realise is a catalogue [be nice is it at least aspired to something more but...] But the rest! To me the complicit laziness that the lack of critical thought that rags like wizard display is frustrating and depressing. I can hear the mantra 'buy me, buy me, buy me, buy me...' being chanted between the lines of copy, burrowing into the compulsive obsessive minds of young comics fans turned collectors or worse, the opportunistic non-reading collectors.
The Franklin Mint of comic books I called them, I seriously thought about buying a rubber stamp signature [I’m not kidding, I looked into it but quit going to cons instead for several years] to pound on the covers of books at cons in 94'.
Maybe it's cus I was raised to be deeply suspicious of materialistic capitalist enterprise in general. But just the same whenever I did look under the high gloss sheen of bad add copy, slapdash garish graphics and embossed foil laminated card stock I invariably found bleeding mutilated abattoir cast offs posing as comics. I saw vapours and short-sighted goals. And I never found something that surprised me or challenged me or made me care one bit. At best and at worst, sometimes I found the whimpering remains of a good idea picked over by intrusive oversight and forced to conform. In particular I saw those in some of my own contributions to the steaming pile.
And one day in 96’ I took the whole pile in my position, mailed to me twice monthly by the tenfold - often arriving in big blue vinyl customs bags bound in gaffing tape that reminded me of sacks of drugs - I took them all and dropped them in a metal coal bin and set them on fire.
It was very cathartic.
But still I need to vent once in a while.
much better, I go draw now.
Next post something nice I promise.
:)
posted by max at Friday, April 23, 2004
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