Not content with rejecting the double-page displays proffered by the anxious editors at DC, DARKSEID started writing and pencilling DMZ at Vertigo. Not that his writing had anything to do with DMZ or a war-torn New York City, of course, e.g. this stuff—Chorus:
Some people think you're cruel and harsh. Maybe you're just an asshole.
Solo:
But isn't it irresponsible NOT to draw judgements and red-letter conclusions? Acceptance is key, sure, but if that was the only combination on the safe, cats and dogs could steal our valuables and party all night. Maybe only half-a-night with my treasures. Nothing is more accepting than Fido and Whiskers. The animals don't care about my looks or lack of them, don't mind that I got drunk and punched a hole in the wall, lashed out at my friend and threw a plate across the room, crashed thru the bsmnt window and ruined the waterbed. Animals don't give me high-fives about sleeping with that girl, don't leave me nasty notes about me being a slut, could care less whether I stick a needle into my body. They're not even upset if I give them the silent treatment. And that's easily one of the biggest reasons why I need better friends in my life than a cat curled up on my pillow or a dog at the door. If I have any friends worth giving a damn about, they'll care about me putting myself and them through hell. What kind of solipsistic friends would they be if they didn't care more about me than a damn cat would? Don't my friends want to see me behaving better? Do I have the kind of friends who find terrible raging acceptable? I guess as long as I don't abuse them personally, they're fine with me being this generation's greatest living asshole. Well, thanks, Groucho, and I don't care to belong to a club that would have me like that. The cult of acceptance has gone too far and, at best, it's self-preserving relativism, beastly selfish. From whom should I accept criticism if not from friends? Where's the ancient common sense of things? There are times I need a doctor, I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't heal what I can't see, can't lance what I can't feel. I need friends to judge me and highlight conclusions from those judgements. I don't want to hear strangers judging me, don't want to feel the burning lancets scalpels trocars bayonettoes slicing through my soul. Love wouldn't let me behave badly forever. Where's the way out? Show me the way. Don't leave me, draw me an escape route. I need pictures, diagrams, arrows, I need my friends to love me enough to hurt me when I'm sick and heal me back to health. Otherwise they're just dogs, cat-hearted, unable to open doors.
DARKSEID out.
"The Ancient Commonsense Of Things"+ Bishop Allen Why is no one Buddy Holly rave-on-ing about this album yet? Call it Beatle-mania, I guess. Most of us can take or leave most of The Beatles' songs because the excellence of The Beatles music is so high that if you miss it you can shrug and wait for the next excellent Beatles track to pop up on your player. Whatevs, right? Bishop Allen is writing and recording at an amazing level of craftsmanship right now. This song is not my favourite off the new album out this March, but it is the most neccessary song on the album in terms of representing Bishop Allen and what their songs stand for. There is the customary nostalgia for the past, a nostalgia rooted in the questioning of today's weaker, softer ideas. The past grants an understanding of the troubled times of today. And today becomes a little more bearable as it becomes a little more rooted in the past.
The orchestration on this song is superb.
The orchestration on this song is superb.
2 comments:
Have we ever been able to control our own bad behaviors? For that matter, have we ever really been able to accept when our friends are unwilling to accept these behaviors?
Best luck, uncle. You seem distraught as of late.
Darkseid is maybe the 23rd most villain-y villain in the DC universe. He's blaming others for what he won't stop doing to them. How emo. It's a bit of a joke.
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