
I don't remember who painted this, but it's a study of it done at the Met today.
What! Salomon! such words from you,
Who call yourself a soldier? Well,
The Southern brother where he fell
Slept all your base oration through.
Alike to him--he cannot know
Your praise or blame: as little harm
Your tongue can do him as your arm
A quarter-century ago.
The brave respect the brave. The brave
Respect the dead; but you--you draw
That ancient blade, the ass's jaw,
And shake it o'er a hero's grave.
Are you not he who makes to-day
A merchandise of old renown
Which he persuades this easy town
He won in battle far away?
Nay, those the fallen who revile
Have ne'er before the living stood
And stoutly made their battle good
And greeted danger with a smile.
What if the dead whom still you hate
Were wrong? Are you so surely right?
We know the issue of the fight--
The sword is but an advocate.
Men live and die, and other men
Arise with knowledges diverse:
What seemed a blessing seems a curse,
And Now is still at odds with Then.
The years go on, the old comes back
To mock the new--beneath the sun.
Is nothing new; ideas run
Recurrent in an endless track.
What most we censure, men as wise
Have reverently practiced; nor
Will future wisdom fail to war
On principles we dearly prize.
We do not know--we can but deem,
And he is loyalest and best
Who takes the light full on his breast
And follows it throughout the dream.
The broken light, the shadows wide--
Behold the battle-field displayed!
God save the vanquished from the blade,
The victor from the victor's pride!
If, Salomon, the blessed dew
That falls upon the Blue and Gray
Is powerless to wash away
The sin of differing from you.
Remember how the flood of years
Has rolled across the erring slain;
Remember, too, the cleansing rain
Of widows' and of orphans' tears.
The dead are dead--let that atone:
And though with equal hand we strew
The blooms on saint and sinner too,
Yet God will know to choose his own.
The wretch, whate'er his life and lot,
Who does not love the harmless dead
With all his heart and all his head--
May God forgive him--I shall not.
When, Salomon, you come to quaff
The Darker Cup with meeker face,
I, loving you at last, shall trace
Upon your tomb this epitaph:
"Draw near, ye generous and brave--
Kneel round this monument and weep:
It covers one who tried to keep
A flower from a dead man's grave."
WENDELL POTTER: The industry has always tried to make Americans think that government-run systems are the worst thing that could possibly happen to them, that if you even consider that, you're heading down on the slippery slope towards socialism. So they have used scare tactics for years and years and years, to keep that from happening. If there were a broader program like our Medicare program, it could potentially reduce the profits of these big companies. So that is their biggest concern.
Review #52: “HALF CALF” by Sabin Calvert
“Half Calf” uses the troupes of Greek mythology to tell a quick, yet heartwarming story with recognizable characters in two pages. This story of the Greek classic characters of the Minotaur, here being told his life story from an awkward childhood, and his tormenter from his school days, Medusa, accomplishes much with so little space.
The panel layouts are dense, but not over crowded giving the story weight while at the same time flowing very easy from panel to panel. The art itself uses a nice thin line to bring out details on most of the panels, but the styles within those panels changes. Some panels rely on well-formed characters while others fall into using symbols of accent culture to add to the visual and written narrative. A story where words and pictures accentuate each other in the most complimentary of ways.
I like this video not just for the Kirbyesque graphics, but for its quick tutorial on open-mindedness without any feel-good self-help coating. It is good advice, and really relevant on the internet. The level of anonymity and distance on the internet allows for drawn out bickering about the most inane specks of life. It gets a tad repetitive in parts, but it is advice worth repeating!
I hope you enjoy!
I'm always amazed at all the different processes creator's use. This is definitely one of the most visual ways of writing, and if you've read Fun Home you can see how effective it is.
Sorry about the lack of pictures... I've been flu-ridden, yet still going to work which isn't helping the situation. On top of it all, I'm way behind on my deadlines. Tsk tsk! Between puking I am working on my piece for the Indie Spinner Rack Anthology: AWESOMER which will be unveiled at MOCCA! Hooray!
Well, what is this ass-backwards video? It is undoubtedly what you would find if you invented a machine to look at the subconscious brain and project it into a music video, and applied said machine to my brain circa age 9, fascinated by video games and witches and gay stuff and growing up in Albuquerque, New Mexico. This is the exact thing that would pop up. I can't explain it. And you know what? It's my subconscious, so I don't have to!
You know what else? You'd probably get the same effect if you applied said machine to Neil Patrick Harris's brain today!
I've spent a ton of time today trying to find out how to get the rights to a song. It's from the thirties... you'd think it would be fair game by now. But no, copyright law is convoluted and ridiculously obstructive.
There are a ton of people that copyright shouldn't last so long, that fair game should be extended, some even saying that after its first outing, it should be up for grabs.
But you know what? I'm glad copyright exists in this way. It forces you to be creative, to not regurgitate something you heard... it forces you outside of the material and into your imagination, working against your memories.
Of course, if you really want something, you pay for it.
And the above video is the best example of copyright money used effectively.
MC Solaar's Noveau Western. Best sample ever used in a song. With translation! Learn French at lightning speed!
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Language Of Violence
Fifteen years and you still don't get it?
There is probably something profound and deeply insightful we could read into this pairing. Archetypal totems and multiplicity, religious transposition from the pagan rights of spring to the apocalyptic desire to picnic or the trickster as magician and the gods of the weather as symbols of fate and the law of nature as absolute.
OR we can just enjoy this weirdly synchronous mash-up of one of the earliest industrial rock bands with one of the earliest animated films.
Hooray for primitivism!
I promise I'll put more pictures up soon...
But while doing research for the next issue, I came across this video of O-Sensei Morihei Ueshiba demonstrating Aikido (which he created) and I thought it was too beautiful to keep to myself.
What is great about this video is how his sense of humor comes across without even saying a word.
The first video that comes up when you search for "Aikido" in youtube is incredible... just fyi!