May 2011
12 posts
“The figure looked down as though measuring its steps on the ladder below. Sluggish, frozen, Ben waited. A silhouette in the fiery branch work, the lattice of leaves behind the form revealed the stiffness of shoulders, the close cropped hair. Its face in darkness, the figure looked up at him from the wall, a slight contortion of cheeks. A smile? Ben looked over his shoulder to the hole in the comforter. In wonderment his mind drifted to his father and the letter he had last sent. He had been in Najaf, Kabul, somewhere bloodied and teeming. In his letter he had written of insects, the heat of the desert, love, fear and homesickness.”
—Obscura, short story, 2007
“You know Traveller’s are a proud people. We’ve got lines stretching all the way to before the Irish depending on who’s doing the talking. And we’re a secret folk too. We take pride in that- gadjo like you not knowing our ways. But these-
These people, they make us look like we got a damned TV show on how to be a Pavee. You’ve not seen the likes of this lot, but they’ve been around a long damn time.” —~Sean Mack, The Disappeared
These people, they make us look like we got a damned TV show on how to be a Pavee. You’ve not seen the likes of this lot, but they’ve been around a long damn time.” —~Sean Mack, The Disappeared
Complicate-apalooza
Having a hard time believing the amount of work that went into getting ready for Comicpalooza in Houston. About the best thing that has come out of this side project so far is that I discovered in preparing for one I am preparing for more- Zinefest 2011 was this last weekend and after being waylaid by friends I was motivated enough to attend. In managing to get work ready for one convention I ended up ready for Zinefest. And while I admit the place had an awesome vibe without countless meaningful discussions, I still can’t speak well for whether or not it is the best place for an independent comicker to show work. Zines are quite different-
“In the morning you get up and you open two doors. On one of these is marked sorrow the other- guilt.”
—Poteh, The Lorica
