Archive for the ‘Comixx’ Category

IN WHICH A PILGRIM TRAVELS TO ESSEX STREET, ON THE LOWER EAST SIDE OF NEW YORK CITY

faked by Wednesday, April 30th, 2014

Essex

In 1917 an artist named Jacob Kurtzberg was born in this building on the Lower East Side of New York City. Twenty three years later he drew a picture of a man clothed in the flag of the United States punching a person named Adolf Hitler in the face, a full year before the U.S. would go to war against Germany, but after folks had heard murmurs of what was happening.

The artist got death threats for the picture, which was published on the cover of a newsprint magazine filled with lots of other color drawings he did as well. It sold almost a million copies. The Mayor of the City, Fiorella La Guardia, called the artist to tell him that he supported him and his drawing.

In 1943 the artist was drafted into the Army, where he served as a reconnaissance scout, because he could draw maps and other useful things. He also saw things other people didn’t see, or would never see; maybe couldn’t see, or shouldn’t see. Private First Class Kurtzberg came back to the U.S. with a bronze medal shaped like a star, just like the one on the chest of the man who punched Hitler in the face.

The artist kept drawing; drew until his body stopped being able to draw. He drew the world, he drew a universe! He drew the man in the flag, named Captain America; he gave him friends named Thor and Iron Man, made them a team, called the Avengers. He drew another team of New Yorkers named the Fantastic Four, another team of New Yorkers named the X-Men, who were hunted and feared because they were born different, even though they looked just like you and me. The Black Panther, genius king of Wakanda. So many new gods, so many New Gods!

When I say the artist “drew” these characters, I mean “dreamed.” Until he drew them, they weren’t real yet; the artist dreamed them into being, pulled these myths into our world from deep inside.

The man born in this building in 1917 as Jacob Kurtzberg had other names. Children by the billion called him “Jack Kirby.” I call him “KING.” There’s no plaque on the brick of 147 Essex Street with any of these names. There doesn’t need to be. Don’t you know why? Didn’t you see the clerk at the Strand wearing the shield of Captain America on her shirt, see a graffitied and fading billboard for the Avengers in the Union Square station, see the baby in the stroller yesterday in an Iron Man onesie? New York City itself in the 21st century is a plaque to Jack Kirby.

Plus like acorns falling from an oak there are millions more
plaques to Jack Kirby printed every month, billions printed since 1943. We call the dreams he drew “comic books,” call the people he drew “heroes,” all these dreams are brighter than the star on the chest of that soldier punching Hitler in the face.

Thank you, Margarita Luisa Chascarrillo

faked by Sunday, November 3rd, 2013

HAY THAR BOY

faked by Monday, January 9th, 2012



Ahoy! The legendary BOY of Austin heads back to Jackson this Wednesday, January 11, with the ILLLS of Oxford. Won’t you join us?

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WITH A TURN OF THIS DIAL I SHALL DESTROY THE FOUR OF YOU FOREVER

faked by Thursday, August 18th, 2011

Doom doom doom
go the footsteps of the king
down the flagstones of his palace,
doom doom doom.

Matte steel scrapes against
limestone. There is
a squeak in the corner.

The king grits his teeth &
looks down. The king is always
gritting his teeth.

He doesn’t see limestone, hasn’t since
he was little, sleeping to the gentle
squeak of the wagon. The king sees
CaCO3, not limestone, he sees
calcite and aragonite, chalcedony and
jasper. The king sees that which is
there and not there.

He thinks of Hercules’ Cudgel, of the
dead fool in Giza, of the souls who
tore the limestone from the mountain
two miles hence, and dragged it here
with ropes and pulleys, donkeys and
sweat, carved blocks from Latverian
fossil, built his home.

While the king is staring at
his feet the little mouse
in the corner
makes her
escape.

Welcome, Comics Reporter readers!

faked by Sunday, August 7th, 2011

Many thanks to Tom Spurgeon for the chance to talk about my work on the recently published Howard Chaykin: Conversations. If by some chance you finished reading that interview and thought, “boy, I’d sure like to hear that guy natter on about Chaykin some more,” you might visit older posts like this one, this one, or this one. General comics-related content by myself and my esteemed co-blogger is collected in this category—everything ranging from weekly roundups to longer pieces about comics and politics. Our updates are sporadic these days, but check in when you can.

Thanks for stopping by!—Brannon

Now Available: Howard Chaykin: Conversations

faked by Monday, March 21st, 2011

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Last Week in the Comics I Read: March 9-17 (including Thoreau at Walden, Hulk #30, and New Avengers #10)

faked by Thursday, March 17th, 2011

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Last Week’s Comics: March 2-8

faked by Wednesday, March 9th, 2011

Now featuring a salutary nod to the webcomics and daily strips that I have been forgetting to mention!
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Guest Post: RICK REMENDER interviewed by Tim Jones

faked by Monday, March 7th, 2011

PF is proud to present Tim Jones’ interview with celebrated comics scribe Rick Remender, writer of Fear Agent, Uncanny X-Force, and an acclaimed recent run on Punisher, among other titles. Remender has been making headlines in the comics world for a high-profile gig coming up on the new Venom and on FOX News for his role as writer of the recently released Bulletstorm video game. Tim and Rick discuss punk rock, comics, and what the two have to do with one another.

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Twice the Time, Half the Length: I Read These Comics Over the Last Two Weeks

faked by Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011

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