Lenny calls from the airport. “Brother, there’s no one left to hold my hand.” I hear what…
Misprision and Feeling Mystical
Over the last few years of me reigniting an obsession with superheroes and superheroines and crossover events and cosmic crises and time travel and kung fu skills (etc. etc.), I keep coming back to a certain sort of comics creator. Generally, they are occultists, from the British Isles, and have some sort of iconic hair situation. And by these writers, I mean Alan Moore, Grant Morrison Neil Gaiman, and Warren Ellis. This interest has led me into a new approach to my own work (the work of writing poems, I mean) and has colored my engagement with the world of texts outside of my head. Here’s the beginning of a several part series about mysticism, superhero universes, the imagination, and misprision.
Oakland artist and B2L2 contributor Kevin Woodson and San Francisco poet Juan Pablo Guiterrez will debut Flower by Flower, an extensive collection of watercolors and poems, during Art and Music in the Gardens at the Lake Merritt Garden Center June 4 and 5.
By the time we finished our conversation, Chandrashakar had a wild look in his eyes and he had his hands around my throat. He had lost it! Gone off the deep end! The poor bastard had been in too many meetings, and he had snapped like a rubber band.