The engine with human blood was damp & the headlight was a brimstone lamp...
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
While not nearly as aesthetically pleasing (or as amusing) as the Jack Chick tracts from the sixties & seventies, these newer, simplistically-rendered pamphlets have their moments. It's impossible, however, not to miss the Bosch of Deep-Pile Shag, the Bruegel of the Turtleneck Blazer Combo, in his sado-manic prime, when the word bubbles indicated stern moral certitude, but the art compulsively surrendered to Chick's baroque & seductive visions of hell. In this more recent tract, good neighbor Ed decides the impending death of Alex & Sally's son in a hospital emergency ward is the perfect time to explain how the ostensibly Christian Masons are actually in the service of the evil Baphomet. This might have been confusing for the couple, but thankfully Ed carries pictures of the goat-god around in his automobile for just such occasions.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Many winter evenings Minnie & I like to have a vodka blush or three & share our fine collection of books with our dear friends. Of course, our most vital texts are carefully hidden from nosy neighbors, but there is much to enjoy in the bookshelves which line the foyer. Rosemary & Guy borrowed from this selection, even before we became the caretakers of their special destiny. They would find a cover amusing or sexy, or show some interest when we discussed the theories of a certain author & then putter off downstairs, where Guy would read aloud to Rosemary as she lapped cautiously at Minnie's special tea, making a little face with each sip.