August 28, 2014 by musehick
Self deprecation seems to be something that the talented have in abundance. As a defence mechanism the mediocre have an arrogance that carries them through. And people who write blogs can hide behind mass generalisations when they want to avoid talking about people specifically … that is how it works, and you cannot argue. And even if you do find a way to argue, won’t sitting in front of a screen and ranting make you feel a tad silly? No? Ah, you must be a little trollish.
I hate comment threads generally, but I have found some sites that have nailed the monitoring and policing, so the etiquette maintains a nice level.
What am I trying to say here? Am I just treading water? Did I have a point? That I equate insecurity with integrity? That being sure of yourself means you have to be dishonest? That sounds like an argument I could have about indie versus superhero comics. I look at the books in the library in the adult graphic novel section and I sometimes find fault in the superhero comics because the characters really do never grow old – they are all somewhere in adulthood, but they aren’t going to die. Indie comics don’t offer that comfort food perspective.
I want to write both kinds of comics because on some days I am a populist whore and on others the punk in me rears up like an angry godzilla in human form (perhaps that makes me hulk) and I want to tear it all down and be real. Glorify or reportage? Glorification of the super-soldier becomes a little harder to stomach in days where killing by people who tink the solution is to hit things or shoot them doesn’t seem quite so attractive.
I write from a pushed perspective and a pulled perspective – something in me reaching for art, some thing out there saying recognise the world and use your art as a tool, or sometimes a weapon. In the beginning was the word, and that word was a powerful thing … still is.