An introduction to Wm. Yost, the ersatz creator of Geranium Lake Properties.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
More examples from the Eigala Arc
The “Eigala Arc” of the comic Geranium Lake Properties by Wm. Yost appeared in newspapers twice weekly during March and April of 1990, then reappeared for six days in May of 1994. All but two of the Eigala panels were square. GLP was always a single panel comic, usually framed as an upright quadrilateral, slightly tipped.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Early Day in August
Do you sometimes like to see the movie before you read the book?
Go here for Poem with Illuminations (Early Day in August).
It was a fairly successful experiment.
Early Day in August
Unreclaimed ashes and fresh
heavy bones are slow
to be eaten by grubs, slugs
and wireworms fostered
in the consequence of this
early day in August
when the dry white machine,
portable, escaped overboard,
encumbered with raw air,
with a rush of hollow inches,
with a carefully counted
readiness of now,
of zero,
of nothing
gained in the shape of smoke.
Drawn through thin reluctance
and thinner atmosphere
yielding quarter down
down down
to the sweeter surface,
whole and arable,
fruitful end to end,
furnished widely
by no accident, rowed,
rolling, enclosed under
the security of an error.
A visit disregarded,
a visitor arriving
unannounced while hands
bent over soup,
bent over laundry,
bent over a book,
hands bent down
down down
with no eye
glancing up
spared the sting.
Go here for Poem with Illuminations (Early Day in August).
It was a fairly successful experiment.
Early Day in August
Unreclaimed ashes and fresh
heavy bones are slow
to be eaten by grubs, slugs
and wireworms fostered
in the consequence of this
early day in August
when the dry white machine,
portable, escaped overboard,
encumbered with raw air,
with a rush of hollow inches,
with a carefully counted
readiness of now,
of zero,
of nothing
gained in the shape of smoke.
Drawn through thin reluctance
and thinner atmosphere
yielding quarter down
down down
to the sweeter surface,
whole and arable,
fruitful end to end,
furnished widely
by no accident, rowed,
rolling, enclosed under
the security of an error.
A visit disregarded,
a visitor arriving
unannounced while hands
bent over soup,
bent over laundry,
bent over a book,
hands bent down
down down
with no eye
glancing up
spared the sting.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Sazzie Comics
This is Sazzie Nan's biff. His name is Rendering Smedley.
Without Tony Burhouse there would be no Sazzie Comics.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Oh well
After spending three weeks making 14 YouTube videos and a special tumblr blog for my asemic graphic novel, I belatedly realized that flickr was probably the easiest and best option for displaying Esgr Navigator. I created an account and loaded everything yesterday. Overall, it took no more than three hours.
Ha.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
229 Pages
You can now view all 229 pages of my asemic novel Esgr Navigator here. You do not need a password.
If you would like to take advantage of the opportunity to read a novel in less than 20 minutes, here you can view Esgr Navigator as 14 very short YouTube films.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, the word count for Esgr Navigator surpasses The Deerslayer by James Fenimore Cooper by about 15,000 words. (I remember The Deerslayer as the first lengthy novel I read as a child.)
Friday, June 1, 2012
Esgr Navigator in June
Here you can find tiny YouTube previews of my asemic novel, Esgr Navigator. I will be posting all 228 pages later this month (I hope) at this location. You can't see anything yet. I will be handing out the password when all the pages are up.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Passing through the cut
lcmt
You can be taken
as close or as far
from the bite machine
as you can recollect.
Summer victories
—healed hands, whole heart—
remain ultimate
even in shallow water.
Grass is growing
over the fire wreck,
crisp occurrences
breaking with hope through
a crust of gravel,
brick crumbs and seed hulls.
A new map achieved
every weekday yet
rescue collapses.
Three-quarters solace
in clove and camphor.
Sooty acorns clatter
and squeak on the roof.
What comrades must do, you have done
—exploring east through mountains,
boxed in longer boats suspended
from night skies—or flowing west
over the ocean, a blue star
far off, not yet invisible.
Your former journey, once hardened
in situ, in true numbers, square
and level, now must wear other
aspects more kindly, other ideas
in points, lines, shapes, surfaces
—crosses and rails—which cast
themselves into iron, into coal,
falling through blank pages,
falling through straw penance,
falling through pine needles
and salt, falling through winter's
silence into the uptilted mosaic
of dust overgrown, overtaken
by the next conquering season.
You can be taken
as close or as far
from the bite machine
as you can recollect.
Summer victories
—healed hands, whole heart—
remain ultimate
even in shallow water.
Grass is growing
over the fire wreck,
crisp occurrences
breaking with hope through
a crust of gravel,
brick crumbs and seed hulls.
A new map achieved
every weekday yet
rescue collapses.
Three-quarters solace
in clove and camphor.
Sooty acorns clatter
and squeak on the roof.
What comrades must do, you have done
—exploring east through mountains,
boxed in longer boats suspended
from night skies—or flowing west
over the ocean, a blue star
far off, not yet invisible.
Your former journey, once hardened
in situ, in true numbers, square
and level, now must wear other
aspects more kindly, other ideas
in points, lines, shapes, surfaces
—crosses and rails—which cast
themselves into iron, into coal,
falling through blank pages,
falling through straw penance,
falling through pine needles
and salt, falling through winter's
silence into the uptilted mosaic
of dust overgrown, overtaken
by the next conquering season.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Pages from Esgr Navigator
My creative life has been mostly submerged into my asemic novel, working under the title (for no good reason I can decipher) Esgr Navigator.
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