Archive for March, 2012

Dino Buzzati: Disturbed, Handsome, Brilliant. Worthy of muse status.

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Loves with tags , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2012 by ccartlidge

I would be so lucky to find a muse like this. Tragically lucky.

Yes, brilliant. These images will bounce around my head for the next few days (I am in a cloud and will face certain death and exile to Niflhel with dignity. I knew it would come back to me eventually!) Click on the links for more Poem Strip images.

Must find English translation of Le Notte Difficili. Also The Bears’ Famous Invasion of Sicily, even though it is a children’s book. BUT it’s a children’s book written by a dead, swarthy Italian artist. Slightly Disturbed? Yes. Handsome? Yes. Brilliant? Yes. Good, good, good. Also, I could learn Italian? No, this is unreasonable. I’m much to impatient.

On a side note, I’ve decided to put my creative energies into a project which I’m tentatively calling a faux-children’s book. Something I will actually finish one day. (?) Don’t worry: it will be dark, cursey, and full of regret and absurdism. You will read it and wish you hadn’t because you’ll know too much about what goes on in my head if you didn’t already.

Also, I’m thinking that Franz Kafka will be the subject of my next Portrait of an Intangibility will be accompanied by a love letter. This post is getting more and more uncomfortable, isn’t it? It’s okay. I’m here for you. And so is Dino Buzzati.

The streets are full of crocodiles, they are dark and smell like cinnamon. Delicious, delicious crocodiles.

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Loves with tags , , , , , , , on March 23, 2012 by ccartlidge

I know I’m late to the game here but this is amazing. I only discovered Street of Crocodiles after reading Bruno Schulz for the first time, embarrassingly only a few days ago. Gotta start somewhere.


On a side note, Bruno Schulz is my new obsession. I will facebooklike him in my heart for ever and ever and ever. I’m aware that I’m a huge geek because I’m fangirling over a dead Polish author with a very small body of work, a man who was most likely a bit creepy.

Example A:

This is an old picture and the quality is compromised clearly, but LOOK AT HIS FACE. Stop staring at me like that, stop it. No.

In any case, the short novel The Street of Crocodiles / The Cinnamon Shops are online. Go read a book! (On a computer screen.) Even the cover illustration is beautiful.

The Mountain Impass and Buckaroo Banzai

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Personal work with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 6, 2012 by ccartlidge

Clarity and the bright places come for me in waves now, which is a notable improvement to the murky, dark shit I was wading through before. Hence: curiously colored boulders and an unreachable shore! Oooh, it looks so nice and surreal! I’d visit this place wearing a bikini and a parka. (I’d need both.) I’d heroically fashion myself a slingshot and try desperately to propel pebbles far enough to rustle leaves on the other shore. This would be impossible. I’d move on to ascend the mountain of rainbows and possibly lick it on the way up to make sure the mountain isn’t made of Peeps. Upon discovery of Peep Mountain, I’d scramble to the top so I could eat my way to the bottom. Regret would overcome me. A nap would then follow. Eventually, I’d swim across and either A) admire The Mountain of Rainbow Peeps from afar, make camp, a fire, and wish I’d taken some Peeps with me to roast or B) drown.

So, the next Portrait is still to come but I have this as a temporary replacement. I actually did complete a portrait, but it ended up looking just enough like Jeff Goldblum that I couldn’t post it for fear that it would seem like bad fan art. I do love me some Goldblum. Which reminds me of the insane magnificence of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension! Facetiously hip things make me enjoy life a bit more.