for GJ
It has to be better in every way.
Massive, with more
explosions. Your masterpiece.
However, if that applies any pressure,
u can relax.
The third 1s expected to be shit.
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Showing posts with label Gareth Jones. Show all posts
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Thursday, 31 January 2013
SEQUEL
Labels:
cinema,
Facebook,
film,
found poem,
Gareth Jones,
poem,
poetry
IN PRAISE OF COMICS
for GJ
If I could write comics
and not poems,
I would terrify you
with pictures of zombies
tearing the flesh
from the bones of children.
A post-apocalyptic wilderness
peopled with mutants
and the struggle of a man
and his daughter to survive.
I would write in black and white
on black and white pictures.
I would learn
how to do a woodcut print.
Everything I drew would be relief.
Sometimes I think I'm a superhero
and one giant leap
into the sky will change
the world for good.
Sometimes my adamantium skeleton
bends against the page.
Sometimes I am Flash Gordon.
I did not draw the final showdown.
I did not draw Doc Holiday's gun
or the robot's stare.
I did not draw the flesh wound
or the fatal graze. I did not frame it.
The artery was busy being art.
If I could write comics
and not poems,
I would terrify you
with pictures of zombies
tearing the flesh
from the bones of children.
A post-apocalyptic wilderness
peopled with mutants
and the struggle of a man
and his daughter to survive.
I would write in black and white
on black and white pictures.
I would learn
how to do a woodcut print.
Everything I drew would be relief.
Sometimes I think I'm a superhero
and one giant leap
into the sky will change
the world for good.
Sometimes my adamantium skeleton
bends against the page.
Sometimes I am Flash Gordon.
I did not draw the final showdown.
I did not draw Doc Holiday's gun
or the robot's stare.
I did not draw the flesh wound
or the fatal graze. I did not frame it.
The artery was busy being art.
Labels:
art,
comics,
Gareth Jones,
graphic novels,
poem,
poetry,
superheroes
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