Posted: February 24th, 2014 | Filed under: Bristol, documentation | No Comments »
Assembling notebooks for the workshop group.
This month I’m in Bristol, UK, leading a series of graphic novel writing workshops with the wonderful Drastic Productions at Arnolfini. It’s a tremendous experience that makes me feel all sorts of things. There are so many ideas in the room, and so much energy, that I am always running to keep up. We’re doing wonderful work. I look forward to a very beautiful book at the end of this.
This week’s workshop will focus on PLACE. I’m going to hand out notebooks and invite everyone to write down answers to a whole host of questions, all to do with where you are based, what and who surrounds you, what kind of atmosphere you inhabit. Even if your place is all Bristol–which it won’t be necessarily–everyone has a different take on what is Bristol.
The rest of this post is private.
Posted: February 3rd, 2014 | Filed under: Uncategorized | No Comments »
Two of dear comrades are off in South Australia touring a bold and very beautiful show they created together. It’s called Folly. They are called Sally Jenkinson and Nuala Honan. I made a poster about it.
Posted: December 28th, 2013 | Filed under: comics | No Comments »
It’s been a quiet few months in this town of internet publishing, because I’ve been writing poems mainly for performance and more than that, I’ve been drawing again. If you haven’t read it yet, now is the time to get acquainted with my latest comic project, Swallow. There are about 40 pages of it online so far, and a new one will be appearing every Sunday.
These arms are tired from typing. May 2014 be the year we get hovercrafts!
Posted: September 23rd, 2013 | Filed under: comics | No Comments »
Today is a big day for the monkeys in my brain as I launch a brand new webcomic, the first one since Stuff Sucks concluded in 2008, half a decade ago now. Click the image below to read the first page of
Posted: September 3rd, 2013 | Filed under: poetry | No Comments »
How do I know it’s not gonna crawl on my face when I
sleep and nest in my eye sockets?
Because you just do. Because you oughtta know that.
Because you’ve lived for 26 years and it’s improbable
for anything to do anything so long without acquiring
this much working knowledge.
Because there are many way better dangers to worry about
and this scenario, which is vain and outrageous,
not to mention an insult to progress.
Because eyeballs are not part of a balanced diet.
Because mice have evolved to be sad
when people wake screaming and swat them away.
Because dumpsters are silent and sleeping.
Posted: August 29th, 2013 | Filed under: poetry | No Comments »
Christmas on the island is not all about my bony burden
and letting fester in the sun like a salted slug, but
it’s mostly about that. And a mechanical santa puppet
that sings about sleigh bells and longing, but holds a sign
saying: ‘PLEASE DON’T TOUCH.’
In shadier moments, I’m unintentionally insulting
the homeless, sweating profusely regardless and being glad
you’re not here, because I can’t pay you back yet
For your patience and kindness.
What would you like? Perhaps you have wondered why
people in Scandinavian countries are without exception
so beautiful. You always did wonder
about beauty, where it comes from, what it likes to eat,
where it goes when we die.
Well, all the overweight and elderly Scandinavians are
here, on the infernal island where I’m Christmassing.
If you haven’t told a leper in a foreign language: ‘it’s nothing’
more out of reflex than out of having any money to give,
then you’re doing better than me on this holy day.
But listen, it’s 35ºC outside and both the sea
and the sky are the colour of insecticide
so by all accounts, I am halfway to hell.
Posted: July 17th, 2013 | Filed under: poetry | No Comments »
I dreamt I was a shell and people crawled
In and out of me all day and I was
Just a shell.
And it was the way it’s supposed to be and
I didn’t want any legs.
My ribs were silver and exposed and I was just a shell.
The people were so TINY and smelled like cornflakes
And chutney. I delighted in them.
I turned my head and watched them march in and out
And I didn’t want for a waist.
One of the people (small though she was) looked
Troubled, as if she had lived longer than me
And she had, but I had seen further
For I was ENORMOUS.
I had see over the tops of the tallest trees and
Knew she had nothing to fear.
I wanted to tell her it straight, but she hadn’t
Seen my head.
She knew me only as a house
It would have frightened her to hear my voice
Just as it scared her what’s beyond the trees.
Beyond the trees (which represent death) is:
1. A fire
2. A bridge, and
3. Peace. Unwavering peace.
They went on asking themselves, what is it all for?
They marched in and out, sometimes staying for supper.
Sometimes they were nervous, maybe waiting for a friend
I smiled at them, turned my head and smiled and
I was just a shell.
Beyond the trees, where there is not fire and there is not
A bridge, there is peace.
Posted: July 6th, 2013 | Filed under: illustration | Tags: Paris | No Comments »
It has been a busy week and I have neglected my correspondences, so I decided to profit from the view and post my dear friends some windows, to start with.
Posted: July 4th, 2013 | Filed under: design | No Comments »
It has been my honour to handle the artwork and design of The Jester, a disastrously beautiful offering from Alabaster DePlume and Daniel Inzani, recorded in Bristol in January and in production as we speak. Last night apparently I shouted out a Dutch monosyllable in my sleep and today I’m disemboweling my design process. Isn’t it extraordinary. Thanks Rosie Lea for a steady head and photography skills. Get a load of this.
If you’re in the UK, there will be a spectacular launch event in Bristol on July 20th, with support from Wenonah and loads of visual artists. Alternatively, pick up a copy here and receive the strange and uplifting news stories and videos, documenting this many-legged creature as it grows to be larger than life.
More about the whole project here.
Posted: June 20th, 2013 | Filed under: comics | No Comments »