Showing posts with label Fond Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fond Memories. Show all posts

Friday, 3 October 2014

The Go! Team - The Power is On


One foot positions itself quickly and efficiently in front of the other. A woman has just overcome an impossible height. A man places the final brick into a wall that has taken a lifetime to build. Endurance beyond endurance. He isn't looking past the duty of his feet save to keep from crashing. People are staring as he balances the curb. Someone he knows sees him this way, but that someone will never know how many people lost their teeth at that moment--how many people just kicked the shit out of something.

  The Go! Team, "The Power is On," Thunder, Lightning, Strike (Memphis Industries, 2004)

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Jean Grey


The tyrannical bald man, dressed so conspicuously normal, must have known about the fire that would soon burn and resurrect and burn and resurrect all heroes, splintering them like wood. He must have recognized the first spark in the most beautiful woman we had ever seen--red and black and fierce; so beautiful that her lover will beg to die alongside her in the cockpit. After this moment, only the unchanging fire would remain. Why not tear each other apart?                                   
    Classic X-Men #8 (Marvel Comics, April, 1987)

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Sentinels!!


My first encounter with the Sentinels care of Whilce Portacio. In retrospect, these things are terrifying. Those on the attack, bursting through the ceiling, are like the front runners of some wild tribe of cancerous electronic vikings, screaming their endless hatred as they tear apart and impale their cybernetic prey. Looking at the Sentinel in the rear, mouth closed in focused attention, one can animate the scene, transitioning from hunt to violent assault.  
    Uncanny X-Men 281, Oct. 1991.