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Hectic Engine: FIRESIDE Part 1: Origin of Marvel Comics
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Words Pictures = The New Idea. Monday, May 19, 2014. FIRESIDE Part 1: Origin of Marvel Comics. Marvel released what may be the prototype of today’s “graphic novel” in 1974 through a collaboration with Simon and Schuster’s imprint Fireside. The Hulk is next in line, again following a plurality of punchy pontification from Lee. Issue 1, another raw pseudo-monster comic leads the chapter. The tragedy of the Hulk/Banner Hyde and Jekyll dichotomy is present, but not fully evolved. In the original ...View my c...
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Hectic Engine: May 2014
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Words Pictures = The New Idea. Monday, May 19, 2014. FIRESIDE Part 2: Son of Origins. The success of 1974's Origins of Marvel Comics lead to a follow-up volume in 1975. Cleverly named “Son of Origins of Marvel Comics (by Stan Lee)” featured the second wave of Marvel’s 1960s heroes. Roughly all the highlights from 1965-1968. I picked the boxed edition up in March 2014 for $35 (coupon! And could not be happier with the set. The boxed version has random printings stuffed together in a Grandma friendly B...
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You are welcome to share anything you find on this site. Please link back to jimrigby.org. An open letter to the women of Texas. I say hand delivered because it was clear that the author of the bill could barely read it. The talking head in a pink dress proposing to control women’s reproductive health care could barely pronounce the parts of a woman’s anatomy. Her now infamous quote that rape kits clean a woman out should not be reduced to a joke. This ignorance will kill real women. But I am not writing...
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Hectic Engine: FIRESIDE: Part 4: The Superhero Women
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Words Pictures = The New Idea. Wednesday, June 4, 2014. FIRESIDE: Part 4: The Superhero Women. The Superhero Women was a very honest effort to demonstrate that Marvel had a wide variety of female characters, every bit as innovative as their male heroes and villains. As no female villains made it into the previous “Bad Guys” volume, one slips in here. Hela, goddess of death faces Thor in a Lee/Buscema outing. This seems to be done concurrently to their Silver Surfer collaborations....The Cat #1 really is ...
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The City of Smoking Mirrors: December 2013
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The City of Smoking Mirrors. Friday, December 20, 2013. Solstice: "The Sun is the Same in Relative Way". It's too late. The stars. Might as well be ashy. Even Upstate New York. Is far away. The days. Disappear like salt in a glass. Of water. And by. It's always dark, the greasy. City or the thick. Woody suburbs. Love's. Of all other possibilities. And a mere release. You and I could be. You don't seem different. Over the years. You. What’ll I say. Permanent darkness etched in me. Not the result of the.
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The City of Smoking Mirrors: Because I'm Not Chicano
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The City of Smoking Mirrors. Saturday, September 13, 2014. Because I'm Not Chicano. It's because my family's. Been living in Cruces. Since the 1860's. Its because. My mom's father was. Apache, but there are. Plenty of Germans, too. I grew up watching. My dad's dad practicing. The fiddle so he'd. Play well at the wedding. That weekend. Any wedding. In Cruces, any time they. Needed a strong, resonant violin. Player. But my parents. With me lived in the. Suburbs of Albuquerque,. That life. So I. New Poems: ...
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The City of Smoking Mirrors: January 2014
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The City of Smoking Mirrors. Friday, January 17, 2014. We live in the valley of the moon. Charlotte Osborne and her two sons lived in the Spanish-style brown stucco at the end of the cul-de-sac, where the alley also ended. Across the street and the cause for the cul-de-sac was a Lutheran Seminary. In that neighborhood, people came and went, students, immigrants, missionaries. In fact, her neighbor was a professor at the seminary as had been her husband. It was probably a colder day in early march Minneso...
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The City of Smoking Mirrors: Midnight and the Jack of Spades
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The City of Smoking Mirrors. Saturday, April 26, 2014. Midnight and the Jack of Spades. Busier than you were. If so, I'd like to know. The secret of your. Time you left your. In fact, that must. Train, so full of. To stop. Now. Just as heavy. A friend. Our dreams, our ambitions. I said I'm being courageous. Enough to get out. Of bed in mid winter. At five am to scrape ice. From the car. The. To own, sometime. In a future he knew. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lotsa, larry goodell.
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The City of Smoking Mirrors: Famous Science Fiction Novels
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The City of Smoking Mirrors. Saturday, April 26, 2014. Famous Science Fiction Novels. In the end the earth. Dies, of course, and either. Offer us a new ugly. Religion or we are. Simply ash, our. On fire. Usually. The humans who are. Left learn to sigh. God who got them. Trouble in the first place. In some books there are. Of an alien satellite. And no one will. Know where he went. Al fin del siglo,. The largest and widest. Echoes off the walls. Like a bad opera,. Too many notes and the people.
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The City of Smoking Mirrors: NM HWY 185
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The City of Smoking Mirrors. Wednesday, July 02, 2014. Josefina died, my grandfather. Felipe let all the rabbits. Go The fat ones,. Who knew she liked. Paella with rabbit and shrimp. She bought at the Albertson's. In Las Cruces. A dish. Her mother taught her. Today at the old farm. Wood to burn. An empty. House, the fields wild with. Volunteer cotton. I couldn't even cry. There are the old photos. Folks I'll never know,. Land I'll never plow. Shadows. From the old hickory. In the yard- a ghost place.
