More David Bowman archeology. I keep finding stuff. The charms, the tapes, the letters written on the backs of glossies of Nixon etc.
(for a first batch, see /p/DSLyUwUD8hh/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==)
#davidbowmancharms.
Trying to get my brain and words around this very slippery character, Wilfrid Sheed; it's a challenge.
What's easy is enjoying the various beautiful editions I've been able to pick up, mostly for pennies on the dollar. No surprise, Milton Glaser's design for Max Jamison is the big winner. I also really love the Ballantine paperback of The Blacking Factory and Pennsylvania Gothic. (Is the hardcover edition, slide five, the first use of an image of a fractal on a book jacket? How random. The embossed cloth on the inside of that book is especially nice.)
Inscription on The Morning After: "For Rosemary & Neil/People ask me what title meansh. I don't know what title meansh/ Love -- Wilfrid
1. "yuki Duk on the earth"
2. "THE WORLD BEFORE MAN: GOOD, BASIC UNIVERSE/THE SAME ELEMENTS BUT PUT TOGETHER IN YUCKIER COMBINATIONS"
Diane Martel/JL, circa 1979/1980
I'd like to be able to visit a museum that displayed all the paintings that appear in classic Film Noir, including the ones that are in progress or turned to the wall and you never quite get to see.
My little gallery is only a fraction of what might appear in such a collection.
I guess this is a "name that film" contest since I'm feeling too lazy to do it myself.
Archive, various
1. Machines in Space
2/3. "Mike Do you want me to go to Raging Wators or have a slumbe Paty I will invite Jon, you and Ralf if we go to Raging wators you would have to pay your way this Letter must I repeat Moste be destroied"
4. Ass Glue Blood-Nourishing Paste
5. Tiny refunds
6. Kap'n Krunch Bumper Sticker
A thirteen-year-old takes the subway from Brooklyn to a comics convention in midtown Manhattan in 1977. Few dollars in his pocket. Sees Jim Steranko sitting alone behind a table of his original drawings. He's definitely not what the punters are excited about, not this day anyhow.
Kid finds someone selling various bagged single issues of this and that and scores an affordable copy of Supernatural Thrillers number 1. Brings it over, unbags it, gets an autograph.
In my memory's imagination of this occurrence Steranko is tall and cool and bored and wearing black like one of his own characters. He seems to dwell in a cone of silence. I'm not sure how much of this is accurate. But I recall him assessing the cover for the right place to sign.
(The comic book adaptation of Sturgeon's 1940 "It" represents a kind of confession compulsion on Marvel's part, since the story so clearly provides the DNA for Man Thing as well as a few other swampy beings.)
Steranko remains with us. The artifact remains with me.
White of the Eye, Donald Cammell, 1987.
Another one I'm not sorry to have seen but can't completely recommend. It is batshit crazy, for those in need of some batshit crazy.
Cathy Moriarty in furs in a white Jeep in the Tuscon desert -- that much anyone can agree is a virtue.
The landscape, amazing. Globe, Arizona.
A film that manages to reference/pilfer Dario Argento, Brian de Palma, The Deer Hunter, Pierrot Le Fou & The Shining (the kid is even named Danny, and wears Snoopy gear) all simultaneously, nothing to sneeze at.
Cammell was Nicholas Roeg's collaborator on Performance, and probably this feels the most like a Roeg film, but maybe not one of the good ones.
And David Keith is no Keith David, but he's pretty good in this.
The women all wear furs in the Arizona heat because we're dealing with the theme of hunting here. Which may be sufficient warning.
