Monday, July 25, 2016

José Muñoz Sobre Carlos Nine!


José Muñoz, Carlos Loiseau (Caloi), Carlos Nine, Caloi en su tinta, años noventa.

Sì, atorrante, hijo de zapateros, como yo, mas atorrante y jodòn que yo, este peronista nacional, querendòn y peliador se cultivò en los barrios de Haedo y cercanìas, quizàs hasta Moròn habrà llegado en sus andanzas. Hablando de tamangos (zapatos), los suyos tenìan una zapaterìa en Haedo, los mìos en La Paternal y Pilar. Su viejo ademàs tocaba en una orquesta de tangos amateur que amenizaba veladas en el gran Buenos Aires y tambièn en la Capital, durante los '40 y los '50. Lo conocì el mismo dìa en que me conociò, fué allà por el '84, cuando pude volver a Buenos Aires después de 12 anios de ausercia, 12! Nuestra primera conversaciòn fuè sobre empeines, dibujo, hormas, tìas bailarinas, tango, patios, conciencia nacional y popular, Pratt y Breccia, y de aquì pasamos a comentar las medias con ligas que gastaban los tangueros, y no solo ellos, de la època. El seguìa impresionado por la palidez de la piel de las piernas de su padre y de sus colegas que, agitàndose en un enviòn rìtmico, dejaban entrever al levantàrseles los pantalones, y de las estrìas oscuras, las inverosìmiles ligas de sostén que cruzaban esas blancuras nocturnas al neòn, agravadas por los lamentables colorcitos claros de las medias. Ahì me dije, yo a éste no me lo pierdo. Y asì nos seguimos frecuentando durante las 4 o 5 ultimas Argentinas, comentàndolas a todas, sumidos en desesperadas chanzas nacionales y cosmopolitas aderezadas de afectos caneros semiofendidos.
Carlitos Nine, gran talento de mis pagos.
Ah, Isabelinho, ni yo ni el, creo, estamos de acuerdo en que cambies el nombre de tu sitio, quizàs si el cambio lo propusieras para la entera especie humana, tipo "La especie que merece...!" habrìa un poco mas de quòrum.
un abrazo, dos
José Munoz

José Muñoz Sobre Carlos Nine! - Coda

Bueno, bueno! Ni que decir tiene que es un gran honor recibirlo en este humilde Crib, maestro!
El suyo es un voto de calidad así que, Machete se queda.
Un gran abrazo!

Monday, July 18, 2016

The Last One With a PS - Coda

I'm seriously pondering the possibility of changing my blog's title to "This Art Form Deserves to Die!" What do you think?

Also, to know why, if you read French, read this.

The Last One With a PS

Below is the last elongated panel by Hugo Pratt on the cover of Misterix.


Héctor German Oesterheld (w), Hugo Pratt (a), Stefan Strocen (c), "La mina de los demonios" [the devils' mine], Misterix # 456, August 9, 1957.


By the way, I continue to read, on some French sites, that Hugo Pratt wrote this and that WITH Oesterheld. It's an improvement since the days when Oesterheld's name was completely forgotten, but get this people: Hugo Pratt didn't write a word in "Sgt. Kirk", "Ernie Pike" (except in one story, at the end of the run, that he did alone), or "Ticonderoga". Please, get your facts straight once and for all!... Enough already!...

À propos, je continue a lire, dans des sites français, que Hugo Pratt a écrit ceci et cela AVEC Oesterheld. Cést un progrès dès les jours où le nom d’Oesterheld était complètememt oublié, mais aprenez ceci s’il vous plaît: Hugo Pratt n’a pas écrit un mot de “Sgt. Kirk”, “Ernie Pike” (à l’exception d’une histoire qu’il a fait tout seul à la fin de la série), ou “Ticonderoga”. Verifiez les faits une fois pour toutes!... Ça suffit, non?..

Oh, and, another thing: the above image was never reprinted, as you see it above, since it was first published almost 60 years ago. This is indeed an amnesiac art form! On top of that the historiography of comics is full of false assumptions, like the one above, put into circulation by incompetent amateurish "historians" and adoring hagiographers. This art form deserves to die!...

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Geneviève - Coda

The guys down there at The Comics Journal did a great job to remember Geneviève:
starting with her own words and then going to a great obituary by Rob Clough to finish at a moving rememberance by Anders Nielsen.

You just look at that drawing below with a menacing cloud over her and the bright colors of her daughter's drawing mirroring her happy last moments with her. What really troubles me though is the empty word balloon. Maybe these are the words she will never be able to tell her as she grows up. It's sad beyond belief...

I hope that no one minds if I publish this great work of art here.


One last thing: I loved the words of Dylan Horrocks:
She introduce herself [at Angoulême] and gave me the most beutiful little book I'd seen in ages. [My wife] Terry and I hung out with her a bit that week and she treated us like co-conspirators, talking about the weirdness of Angoulême and her own feelings of disconfort. She was like a wild animal creeping around a zoo, looking in horror at the cages, afraid she might end up in one. Later, she sent me comics and records, and we saw her again when she came to New Zealand to play some gigs. I'm so glad we got to see her play. Her comics are among my favorite art of any kind, ever. Sometimes this world seems so cruel, and this is so awful and sad. But her art makes me fall in love with the world, with all its darkness and pain and beauty and love, and looking at it now is like a gift. She never went in the cage.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Geneviève Castrée


I'm still in shock! Geneviève Elverum died three days ago! Her legacy in comics history is inversely proportional to the days she lived on earth!



Geneviève Castrée (Woelv), Gris, 2006.