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|Jan 30th, 2008 04:25 PM|
For those who liked the dream feel of this, I also recommend "Ed the Happy Clown" by Chester Brown.
I'll review it at some point for sure, but I'm stymied by the very idea of trying to summarize it's plot.
|Jan 30th, 2008 04:11 PM|
|Nick||The picture of the eye socket shrimp told me right away just how good this book must be.|
|Jan 21st, 2008 09:29 AM|
I must have it!
To the comic book store! AWAY!
|Jan 20th, 2008 02:37 AM|
|JediScum||I'm glad this story got some attention. I have as a graphic novel and it is a fave. Disturbing yet extremely engrossing. You think David Cronenberg needs an idea for a new flick yet?|
|Jan 18th, 2008 05:28 PM|
|EndersGame||I have this in my collection. The visual oddities,the art, the insane conversations, everything about this gp forces you to love it. I definitely recommend this one to anyone who is tired of reading stuff that occasionally makes sense. I promise you'll like it|
|Jan 17th, 2008 11:45 PM|
This looks fantastic! I'm definitely checking this out!
I love twisted stuff like this.
|Jan 17th, 2008 10:55 PM|
In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry Well-a-day,
Her name was Barb'ra Allen.
All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barb'ra Allen.
He sent his servant to her door
To the town where he was dwellin'
Haste ye come, to my master's call,
If your name be be Barb'ra Allen.
So slowly, slowly got she up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And all she said when there she came:
"Young man, I think you're dying!"
He turned his face unto the wall
And death was drawing nigh him.
Good bye, Good bye to dear friends all,
Be kind to Bar'bra Allen
When he was dead and laid in grave,
She heard the death bell knelling.
And every note, did seem to say
Oh, cruel Barb'ra Allen
"Oh mother, mother, make my bed
Make it soft and narrow
Sweet William died, for love of me,
And I shall of sorrow."
They buried her in the old churchyard
Sweet William's grave was neigh hers
And from his grave grew a red, red rose
From hers a cruel briar.
They grew and grew up the old church spire
Until they could grow no higher
And there they twined, in a true love knot,
The red, red rose and the briar
Barbara Allen. an early hit for Joan Biaz. it has over 80 known version Child number 84
thanks i;m going to have to pick this up
|Jan 17th, 2008 06:48 PM|
|Protoclown||I have read very little Clowes (only some Eightball and Ice Haven), but this is definitely on my list!|
|Jan 17th, 2008 05:39 PM|
|D-MoN||I dunno, I found his stuff to be pretentious and pandering.|
|Jan 17th, 2008 07:14 AM|
|PeanutBoy||Potatoes? Who wants some?|
|Jan 17th, 2008 04:01 AM|
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