Monday, 18 November 2019
Sunday, 17 November 2019
Saturday, 16 November 2019
Friday, 15 November 2019
Thursday, 14 November 2019
Wednesday, 13 November 2019
and here's mastodon. i love the drummer on this. off the top of my head him and the lass from bandmaid are my favourite drummers at this time. and, for whatever reason, while this video's not the best quality i love the off the wall nuttiness of it that seems somehow to capture that essential madness at the centre of moby dick.
after yesterday's comment re lack of female artists illustrating moby dick you don't get more muscularly masculine than mastodon's leviathan album the cover art for which comes from paul romano. i love the song blood and thunder but i adore this cover (available as a print from paul romano should anyone want to get me an early christmas present!)
Tuesday, 12 November 2019
this, by barry moser, isn't from moby dick but is instead of jonah, but it appears so often in moby dick illustration lists (as opposed to his actual moby dick illustration!) i thought i'd include it anyway.
as i'm doing this it strikes me that i haven't actually come across any female artists illustrating moby dick as yet (feel free to put me right). i was super keen to read emily wilson's odyssey when it appeared and it'd be interesting to see a female perspective on what seems such a male tome
Monday, 11 November 2019
as i've got an enduring interest in moby dick it'll be a week, and maybe more of images from there, starting with this from bill sienkiewicz, easily one of my favourite comic artists and up there amongst my favourite (almost) representational artists. this is the cover image from his graphic version of moby dick which, when i got it was only available in french. which, if you don't speak the language, isn't a problem as you're not getting this for the text! an absolute must for graphic/moby dick fans.
Sunday, 10 November 2019
Saturday, 9 November 2019
death of an idiot
he spoke to mice and sparrows
and his hair was white at the age of 16.
his father beat him every day and his mother
lit candles in the church.
his grandmother came while the boy slept
and prayed for the devil to let loose his hold upon
while his mother listened and cried over the
he didn’t seem to notice young girls
he didn’t seem to notice the games boys played
there wasn’t much he seemed to notice
he just didn’t seem interested.
he had a very large, ugly mouth and the teeth
and his eyes were small and lusterless.
his shoulders were slumped and his back was bent
like an old man’s.
he lived in our neighborhood.
we talked about him when we got bored and then
went on to more interesting things.
he seldom left his house. we would have liked to
but his father
who was a huge and terrible man
tortured him for
one day the boy died. at 17 he was still a
boy. a death in a small neighborhood is noted with
alacrity, and then forgotten 3 or 4 days
but the death of this boy seemed to stay with us
all. we kept talking about it
in our boy-men’s voices
at 6 p.m. just before dark
just before dinner.
and whenever I drive through that neighborhood now
I still think of his death
while having forgotten all the other deaths
and everything else that happened