Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Three of my comic books ("Venus in Blue Jeans/Venus in Furs", "All the Ancient Kings", and "How Life Became Unbearable") are now available through Ms. Valerie Park Distro. Right now this is the only place you can get "All the Ancient Kings", my comic about music legends of the 60s and 70s acting like assholes together, since Sparkplug and I both sold out at Stumptown last week. I'm not planning to print more anytime soon, so if you want to find out why Warren Zevon doesn't want to get Bob Dylan a harmonica for his birthday, this is your best bet.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

"And the young Fisherman said to himself: 'How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.' And he passed out of the market-place, and went down to the shore of the sea, and began to ponder on what he should do.

And at noon he remembered how one of his companions, who was a gatherer of samphire, had told him of a certain young Witch who dwelt in a cave at the head of the bay and was very cunning in her witcheries. And he set to and ran, so eager was he to get rid of his soul, and a cloud of dust followed him as he sped round the sand of the shore. By the itching of her palm the young Witch knew his coming, and she laughed and let down her red hair. With her red hair falling around her, she stood at the opening of the cave, and in her hand she had a spray of wild hemlock that was blossoming.

'What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack?' she cried, as he came panting up the steep, and bent down before her. 'Fish for thy net, when the wind is foul? I have a little reed-pipe, and when I blow on it the mullet come sailing into the bay. But it has a price, pretty boy, it has a price. What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A storm to wreck the ships, and wash the chests of rich treasure ashore? I have more storms than the wind has, for I serve one who is stronger than the wind, and with a sieve and a pail of water I can send the great galleys to the bottom of the sea. But I have a price, pretty boy, I have a price. What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? I know a flower that grows in the valley, none knows it but I. It has purple leaves, and a star in its heart, and its juice is as white as milk. Shouldst thou touch with this flower the hard lips of the Queen, she would follow thee all over the world. Out of the bed of the King she would rise, and over the whole world she would follow thee. And it has a price, pretty boy, it has a price. What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? I can pound a toad in a mortar, and make broth of it, and stir the broth with a dead man's hand. Sprinkle it on thine enemy while he sleeps, and he will turn into a black viper, and his own mother will slay him. With a wheel I can draw the Moon from heaven, and in a crystal I can show thee Death. What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? Tell me thy desire, and I will give it thee, and thou shalt pay me a price, pretty boy, thou shalt pay me a price.'

'My desire is but for a little thing,' said the young Fisherman, 'yet hath the Priest been wroth with me, and driven me forth. It is but for a little thing, and the merchants have mocked at me, and denied me. Therefore am I come to thee, though men call thee evil, and whatever be thy price I shall pay it.'

'What wouldst thou?' asked the Witch, coming near to him.

'I would send my soul away from me,' answered the young Fisherman.

The Witch grew pale, and shuddered, and hid her face in her blue mantle. 'Pretty boy, pretty boy,' she muttered, 'that is a terrible thing to do.' "

"The Fisherman and His Soul" by Oscar Wilde

Saturday, April 11, 2009

A six-page comic of mine appears in Bird Hurdler, the annual free anthology (last year's was called Nerd Burglar) from local comics publishers Sparkplug Comic Books, Tugboat Press, and Teenage Dinosaur. This year's book also features work from Andrice Arp, Zack Soto, Lisa Eisenberg, Farel Dalrymple and Theo Ellsworth. You can get a copy at the release party at Guapo Comics and Coffee on April 17th, where Brodie and I will be performing my contribution to the book, or at this year's Stumptown Comics Fest.

I added a few more pieces from "The Salt Mines" to the "work" section of the site.