Friday, September 19, 2008
I love the description of this piece:
"It might especially be wished that the goat were more correctly drawn; but it is impossible not to admire the expression of sensuous passion and intense enjoyment depicted on the Satyr's features, and even on the countenance of the strange object of his passion."
Yes, one would wish for a better drawn goat to fwap to. And yes, it is impossible to not admire a lusty, goat-fucking satyr. Am I wrong?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Good and dead. And killed by his lady love no less.
But we all knew it wouldn't last. Not only is he dead/not dead/sort of dead, there are three Caps running around now. There's old buddy Bucky (he didn't die either), the retconned Captain America of the 50s, and the real Captain America, but from the 40s.
So Sharon Carter, who died but didn't, kills Cap, who is alive, and two new Caps come along, both of whom died years ago. Never mind the fact that all the villains in this piece have died many times over as well. Though I am not sure yet if the Red Skull is actually alive or just a mental disorder.
I guess it would be nice for someone to stay dead, instead of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like we did when Spider-Man's secret identity was revealed (and KD did warn us that his secret would go back to being secret toot sweet--and he was right). I can handle some gravitas, I can deal with some characters going away and never coming back. Or at least not coming back for a while. I know that this is a long time complaint from comic geeks, and usually it doesn't bother me a whit. Maybe I am worried that we will see 15 or 20 Captain Americas running around like we did with Superman after his non-death. Or that there will be an internet poll to see which one lives like when Robin died at the hands of the Joker (he isn't dead either). And are all these people killed fighting the Skrulls going to come back as well? And should I drink this much coffee this late in the day?
All bitching aside, Captain American is a fantastic read right now. Love the artwork, and am loving Brubaker's writing.
Here we have an erotic fresco from Pompeii, which, while not showing any naughty bits, has the author all a twitter about amorous desires, and fornicating folk stripped of dignity.
Width, 18 22/25 inches.
"THIS fresco, found at Pompeii, is unquestionably, as regards merit of execution, one of the most remarkable of them all. We stated in our Introduction that obscene paintings entered at Rome into the domain of second-rate painters; but, making allowance for the decline of the art, it cannot be doubted that the author of this fresco must have been a very skilful artist for his time. Contrary to usage, we here find some expression in the features of the two actors: their attitude has nothing trivial; it has that natural character stripped of dignity which strikes and humiliates us, even at the moment when our imagination is fascinated by amorous desires. As is usual with natives of the South, the flesh-tints of the hero of this scene are of a very decided brown. The right arm of the woman, resting on her haunch, doubtless leaves something to be desired; but it is a foreshortening--a rock against which more than one modern painter has split.
A mere glance at this plate suffices us to guess the subject of it; and indeed it would be rather difficult to explain it in sober language."
-- Colonel Fanin
You can read the entire opus "The Secret Erotic Paintings" at Google Books. Or, go see all the lovely people, pan, satyrs and goats in colour at The Royal Museum at Naples. Colonel Fanin's writing is truly a delight. He goes from rational assessment, to pearl-clutching disgust with but the flip of a comma.
And they said the internet was only good for porn. Hah!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The song chosen for this purely personal pursuit is One of These Days.
Wish me luck.
Today's poll question from the London Free Press.
"Would Jack Layton attract more votes for the NDP if he shaved off his trademark moustache?"
But I am not without sympathy. I can play along with this bugfuck stupid idea. I am going to suggest the Jack Layton not shave off his moustache. In fact, he should grow his moustache until it is a mighty moosestache! That will play in Peoria! And Pemberton.
Monday, September 15, 2008
London Free Press:
Who would you prefer to have breakfast with?
Frankly, unless they can help me get the baby fed, the wee one dressed, and my lunch made, I can't imagine any of these dullards worthwhile breakfast company. But that isn't the job of a PM.
I would decry the lack of shame, intelligence and originality on the part of the Freeps, but those things, if still present, are in short supply in the big brown house by the tracks.