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Cheerless morning after cheerless morning, and doleful evening after doleful evening, Mr Augury pursued the time-worn activity of living.
His precocious children, who could play the piano and speak good French at the age of three, had of long grown up, and could no longer carry a tune, or translate a word of that or any other language to save their lives.
If truth be told, however, they bored Mr Augury since the very day they were born, and he had always regarded their precociousness as their family curse.
They were, his children, five in number, but were all twins, and he found it equally dissatisfying to talk to any of them.
Even in their earliest childhood days, he was perfectly unable to see, scent, or taste, a single semblance of his self in their flesh, mind, or spirit. And as time went by, this detachment had grown to a point where even remembering their names became a nuisance to Mr Augury, and he started referring to them all as simply: 'the scions'.
As many of you don't know, this world is not heaven.
Despite man's best efforts, nature continues to be red in tooth and claw.
And despite nature's conspiring elements, we continue to be fruitful and multiply.
In words of E. A. Poe: There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. In words of my riding instructor: A horse with a sore back might sometimes "cow kick" when a saddle is placed on his back.
Over the next few weeks, we will concentrate on situations where Y and X are real variables, possibly multi-dimensional. Somewhat like in the case of childbearing, when at a certain stage the baby's head is here and his body is not.
I don't believe in the extinction of species...
My investigations of late have shown that some of these so-called 'extinct' animals are simply living under changed names... They'd moved away and assumed new identities.
Our civilization is a series of broken marriages, this should be no surprise...
Partners have long grown apart, and not only sexually. It is only normal that kids and animals should be looking for new habitats to colonize.
If you take a Greenland whale and cut his belly open, you'll learn that many fish find it very homely in there.
I have a picture at home of a Great Blue Heron with an eel in its beak.
I took it half a second before the eel was gone out of sight.
It's all in that half-a-second.
Half a second later one animal has disappeared inside another and was undetectable to the naked eye.
That's how it works.
Two become one, or move into fractions, and mess with our calculus.
It is common fact that that the most amazing creatures walk in our streets daily, and especially at night. We're just never at the window at the right time.
Why strive to be an artist?
There are certainly easier ways to make a living, and there are definitely better-paying vocations. Combine those two points with the fact that most artists are not at all satisfied with the end results of their efforts and the question almost becomes absurd.
Why on earth would anyone want to do this? Why does someone continue with an activity or profession when a sense of failure or disappointment with the final product is so common?
If you were an air traffic controller or surgeon and failed to reach your goal at the end of each landing or surgery, I doubt you could continue in that profession.
Why, then, do we keep trying to do this?
I really think that there is only one reason that we persevere in our efforts: we love the feeling that the process of creating art instills within us. It is the travel and not the destination that we love.
Don Seegmiller
Dragi čitaoci,
ako Vas zanimaju strip, poezija i Impalement Arts, na pravom ste mjestu! Autor ovih napisa je teoretićar, praktikant i pedagog na sva tri područja, a još k tome i veoma produktivan blogger, pa če Vaša znatiželja svakako biti utažena. Objavljivao je u Kvartalu, Kvadratu, TkalčaNEWS-u i Plavom oglasniku, izlagao se opasnosti na većem broju izložaba diljem Europe, a svoj prvi nož bacio je, navodno, tokom jednog ručka još davne 1979. godine i uspješno pogodio nepokretni cilj, s kojim još živi u istome kućanstvu.
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Dear reader,
Welcome to my Big Book of Bull. Please avail yourself of the full range of my facilities. Use them, but don't abuse them, excuse my typing and racy allusions (as the French say: Je ne peux pas gober mes parapluies!), do not discard my thoughts simply because I am an intellectual, qui porte sur son épaule un pétit singe, Coco, and feel free to communicate any of yours.
The Bookstore link will take you to a list of second-hands I'd like to get rid off. All prices are open to haggling and fair exchange is always welcome.
Clicking on the Rantings link will point your browser to a list of my scientific and professional papers, and soon hopefully some books, as well as some of my literary attempts. I am a student of history of art and literature and if I broke my work down into key words those would be: Comics theory, Platinum Age comics, Semiotics of the early comic strip, and Andrija Maurović (a late Croatian comic book artist). You might find my literary rantings of interest if you like the work of: James Joyce, E. D. D. Multatuli, Charles Dickens, W. M. Thackeray, Danilo Kiš, or Edward Said.
The Art section will present my drawings, and the Links will (surprisingly enough) point you to things on the internet that I find interesting, salient and liquid.
Your friend and mine,
Davor Aslanovski
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Enfinputain,
ou, comme on dit en Suisse, comment ça va ? Bienvenue ŕ mon grand livre de la merde. Veuillez se servir de la gamme complčte de mes équipements. Employez-les, mais économisez certains pour les enfants, ne voyagez pas en bateau si vous portez le plaid, habitez en Bulgarie si vous portez des raies, et si vous allez sur un safari - ne tuez pas les animaux pentadactyles.
Ne rejetez pas mes pensées simplement parce que je suis un intellectuel, ou parce que mon pčre est un célibataire, et si vous avez des larmes, assurez-vous qu'elles sont prętes.
Ceci est un blog sur des bandes dessinées, la poésie et le lancement des couteaux, et si vous pensez déja: "Oh, non, pas le trottoir roulant, quel non-sens!" - Bisous!
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Lieber Leser,
du bist nicht allein! Du bist schön von Kopf bis Fuß. Ganz genau. Alles klar, Herr Kommissar? Polizisten unter Verdacht. Natürlich blond. Na und?
B.B.B. ist ein blog. Comics, Poesie und Messerwerfen - ich mag alle drei, und mehr. Sauerkraut das Powerkraut, Spinoza ist kein Akademiker, ich erkläre.
Ich spreche kein Deutsch, aber Sie wissen, was ich meine... Welche Art eines Fisches ist Pavian? Ich weiß nicht für sicheres - mein Blumengarten ist nicht in meinem Kopf, es ist in meinen Unterhosen.
Ohne viel weiteres Aufheben, ich lasse Sie mit den Damen.
Journalismus ist kein Beruf.
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Come siete,
benvenuti al mio libro grande di voi conosce che cosa... č tutto degno voi conosce che cosa - se non avete voi conosce che cosa...
Io odio Zagor...
Sergio Bonelli balla con la sua nonna, ci č niente sulla stufa, ed i pomodori sono come le pietre.
L'ultimo fumettista italiano grande era Michelangelo.
L'ultimo uomo grande dall'Italia era Michelangelo.
Ed lui era un omosessuale.
Se non accosentite, siete un omosessuale.
Di ciao!
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ˇRecepción!
ˇDé la bienvenida a todas las mujeres hermosas bronceadas! żQuién sabe qué enfermedades usted traerá? żCómo usted dice "Sergio Bonelli is a fairy" en espańol? Does he have a magic wand? No, no, significo un homosexual... żCómo usted dice eso? El wham, el bam, gracias maam. Y para él: No, gracias, maam.
żLa lluvia en Espańa realmente permanece principalmente en el llano?
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Bookstore
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Rantings:
Umjetnost slijeda još uvijek bez sekvencija
Andrija Maurović - umjetnost pod željeznom maskom
Nemarni žeteoci Töpfferova polja
Poslije nas - potop
Utroba kita - zbirka poezije
Iskorijenjeni Tadijanović
Druga scena Drugog svijeta - originalna verzija
Druga scena Drugog svijeta
SCIENTIFIC COMMONS
HRČAK
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Art
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LINKS:
Strip:
Q strip
Najbolji hrvatski strip portal
Udruženje za promociju i produkciju stripa
Udruga prijatelja stripa STRIPFORUM
Strip vesti
More comics - strip dućan
Strip na projektu Rastko
Lambiek strip enciklopedija
ImageTexT
Belphégor
IAWIS/AIERTI
The Journal of Popular Culture
ComicsResearch.org
Talijanski stripovi 30-ih i 40-ih
Thierry Groensteen
Neil Cohn
Paul Gravett
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Poezija:
My Little Rainbow in the Flesh
Walking Through the Gates to the Outside
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Noževi:
The Sport of Throwing Knives
Eurothrowers
Sticking Point
The Great Throwzini
The Great Throwdini
Le lancer de couteaux
Sideshow World
American Knife Throwers Alliance
Axtwerfen
Knife and Life Magazine
Messermagazin
Circolo del Coltello
ReplikArt
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