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Illustrated Wallace Stevens — Mud Master
Illustrated Wallace Stevens: Madame La Fleurie
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I recently devoured two of the excellent collections of Milton Caniff’s Terry and the Pirates assembled by Dean Mullaney and Bruce Canwell for IDW. It seems appropriate to apply my feelings about Caniff’s narratives to a Wallace Stevens poem. The piece shows the difference between illustration and interpretive cartooning. Stevens’ work roils with imagery, but it is very easy to step on the words, so my incorporation of the text with the art in the form of a faux-Sunday comic strip balances between literality and a parallel path of my own. The finished strip gives me deja vu, as if somewhere in time I have seen something like it before, perhaps in an old National Lampoon, or maybe in a pop art collage of old Terrys.
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Illustrated Wallace Stevens — A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
Illustrated Wallace Stevens — Hibiscus on the Sleeping Shores
Illustrated Wallace Stevens— Flyer’s Fall
Flyer’s Fall
This man escaped the dirty fates,
Knowing that he died nobly, as he died.
Darkness, nothingness of human after-death,
Receive and keep him in the deepnesses of space —
Profundum, physical thunder, dimension in which
We believe without belief, beyond belief.
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Illustrated Wallace Stevens — Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat Frogs. Hogs Eat Snakes. Men Eat Hogs.
It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,
The breath of turgid summer, and
Heavy with thunder’s rattapallax,
That the man who erected this cabin, planted
This field, and tended it awhile,
Knew not the quirks of imagery,
That the hours of his indolent, arid days,
Grotesque with this nosing in banks,
This somnolence and rattapallax,
Seemed to suckle themselves on his arid being,
As the swine-like rivers suckled themselves
While they went seaward to the sea-mouths.
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