Finally, Planetary #27 is out in October. Planetary is a comic unlike most: it’s about explorers and adventures and the secret mysteries of the world. It’s about the drawing a common thread linking pulp fiction, comics, novels and the fantastical, larger than life characters in their pages and fuelling them with imagination and the sense of wonder we increasingly seem to lack.
These stories draw you right in. They breathe something marvellous in you — and you can’t help but be taken up along with it.
Check out the preview pages here.
via Warren Ellis
Captain Swing and the Electrical Pirates of Cindery Island, with art by Raulo Caseres.
via Warren Ellis
Ellis tempts us with forthcoming superheroes born out of science fiction concepts and make art and music:
And it’s one of the odder things I’ve written, I think. Someone made the mistake of asking me for another superhero-mode comic, and I suspect maybe since I returned to that subgenre something important in my brain developed moss on it or something. Here’s a piece of my notes on the book, for a sequence in issue #2:
China began designing their own superhuman soon after, but didn’t have the tech for Megareactor Buddha’s Spine until 1990. Nominally, PRC is atheist, but the old religions never went away, and a surprising number of Chinese state scientists still think in terms of qi. The superhuman Maitreya was a subject enveloped by scanning tunnelling microscopes wired into his visual cortex, forced to meditate upon his own atomic structure until he could perceive the quantum foam of every particle of his being birthing and annihilating under the uncertainty principle. His emergence into superhumanity was heralded by the impossible light of zero point energy accessed from the spaces between virtual particles. The Chinese filled a warehouse with political prisoners and told Maitreya to kill them, to demonstrate his power over spacetime and matter. He instead fashioned them into a vast musical instrument of entrancingly beautiful tone. Then configured all the assembled soldiers and scientists into a self-supporting worm-like structure and fired them into space with/through the musical instrument, where they journeyed as a biological probe of brains linked in parallel that reported information about the solar system back to Maitreya via quantum entanglement until the structure, starting to break up, was identified as comet Shoemaker-Levy and eventually smacked into the surface of Jupiter.
So if we were to write something about Singapore — a superhero graphic novel, no less — what could we write about? Genetic experiments and cloning vats in the bowels of Jurong Island? Underground bunkers filled with mind-control equipment? PSLE scores and answers are actually a secret code that installs subliminal messages into your brain, latching onto neuron pathways, ensuring civic behaviour such as do not chew gum or don’t complain so much?
Ah, the possibilities..
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thanks to Roy
Comics are cool. They are not the domain of geeks, nerds and pasty-faced teenagers who spend hours in front of the computer.
Read comics. Because Obama approves.
“Obama has said that as a child, he collected Spider-Man and Conan the Barbarian comic books. His Senate Web site used to have a photo of him posing in front of a Superman statue.
The Obama story is a bonus in Marvel Comic’s Amazing Spider-Man #583, available in comic book shops nationwide on Jan. 14 for $3.99 and is expected to sell out, with half the covers devoted to Obama.” via Yahoo
Kieron Gillen, Purveyor of Pop Music, Games Journalist & Occasional Comic Writer
Yep, I’m finally back from my hiatus – not that I had any time to rest, it was just one mad frenzy of card-writing (or rather, envelopes) and flailing about trying to keep up with all the festivities.
Gillen’s Phonogram is still lying around unread, but here’s his take on the forty best pop tracks of 2008, “chosen on [his] objective scale of objectiveosity”. It’s always easier to read someone’s smarter take on the ever-shifting face of music, because you can then roll the words and thoughts off your tongue as if it it were yours.
It’s not much of a dilemma, really. CTRL+C and CTRL+v takes only one hand and not even half a brain.
“Los Camp’s problem’s never been a lack of emotion – but rather a surfeit. The problem – and this is where they lose people yet again – is that it’s married to an equal surfeit of ideas, albeit ones inside their own self-sufficient aesthetic universe. It’s never shown better than this title track, which is as internally-conflicting, confusing, overwhelming, graceful and contradictory song as life being lived.
Which is what I like about Los Campesinos – they’re unafraid to be Los Campesinos, to be themselves. Which is a different thing from the boring old issue of authenticity. This is about transparency, the idea that you can throw your obsessions into art’s frame and, by doing so, demonstrate the blessed democratic nature of experience and existence. And some people will never forgive you for that.
Los Campesinos: Beautiful. Doomed.”
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“Someone once asked me if there was such a thing as magic.
Only if you want there to be.
Only if you want it.”
– Hellblazer #141, by Warren Ellis & Tim Bradstreet
The original John Constantine: a blonde, blue-eyed Brit, not that American imposter you saw in the film. The laughing magician who walks the dark alleys of a sinister London that stalks beneath the glitz, glamour and well, the posh birds.
Created by Alan Moore (who wrote The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, V For Vendetta, Watchmen and From Hell, to name a few) and subsequently written by a host of the best comics writers in the business today (GARTH ENNIS!!, Warren Ellis, Neil Gaiman, Mike Carey, Brian Azzarrello and Grant Morrison), Hellblazer is also the longest running Vertigo (think DC’s adult-themed line of comics) comic today (at last count, two hundred forty six issues so far).
So I’m re-reading this set of comics that was published more than twenty years ago. It’s been years since I first flipped the pages, but you know what? It’s still bloody magic.