| |
|
TBH, I haven't really given it much thought....err, why? Well, I'm a bit stoned and I've just read a Jehovah's Witness pamphlet, so this might be a bit rambling and apocalyptic. But, anyway....
I suppose, having grown up w/ all kinds of occult madness, the Invisibles kinda overloaded me. It condensed everything into one big syringe full of innoculative fluid and the immune systems kicked in and I was just sorta...purged of my desire to bend my head out of shape. Inspite of the general criticisms, I really relate to Jack and Boy; that whole "look what's going on OVER THERE! Funny blokes w/ bald heads and tranny witches fighting bugmen...that's cool, it happens, but It's nice down here too." I'd never deny any of it - magick, imagination, the politics of otherness: they're all great and absolutely necessary - but, after it all sunk down the plughole, I found I needed a bit of a rest.
A couple of 23 synchronicities (around Vol3 #5) really did my head in. They were so ridiculous, so stupid, and revealed reality to be so plastic - the synchromesh between myself and the comic to be so utterly complete - that I realized, whatever way it went, I was going to be right there w/ it. And then it was wrapped up and it was me all along. I felt reintegrated, I suppose. Everything was fluid and then it hardened. I'd gone back to the beginning - became important I got on w/ adulthood (something, I think ,I'm beginning to get to grips w/; as much as you ever can).
So this has meant doing a lot of boring, normal things.
These days I generally find that my reading parallels my moods. I catch myself reading books about punk and NXM... And, all this stuff, it's sort of "earthy", empirical, political. The question is: All that funny, imagOstuff we downloaded how do we integrate it IRL? How do we see it for what it is: w/ us all along? And that "it's" not an "it" - it's millions of people/ideas/Beserk Wart-Hogs who are generally marginalised, put upoun.....stuff. In NXM, the pop veneer of the Invisibles, mutates into a different mode. The channel changes and we realise we're watching Buffy crossed w/ Eastenders crossed w/ the latest sc-fi blockbuster. And the vampires and the demons are making out w/ the homo-sapiens and each other, around an general, mundane, emotional shit-storm, while the far-out alien ideas are transmitted out into the ether. Morrison and Millar talked a little while ago about soap-comics (sit-comics) and now they're all at it.... So, I'm hanging about in the filth right now, PAing it up, getting my weekly fix of the after-work piss up, sleeping on my mates floors at the weekend, getting some cash together, watching the soaps. Thoughts turning towards people and relationships.... and being boring w/ friends at the pub on Sunday.
And I'm curious to see what, if anything, the Filth does to all that.
But I retain an attitude of innocence - I like Grant's spells, but I like where I'm at at the moment, too. We'll see.
Phew! A bit personal and diaristic (is that a word?), all that. YE HYSTORIE OF YE SPELL. Or just me giving a histrionic and far-fetched account of how and why all this strangeness pissed me off and I was left standing there looking at a bald, scottish wanker going on about getting laid.
Totally conflicted, but life's like that.
Model agnoscticism to the rescue. |
|
|
