The Woman is Mad...and Yet

Sometimes, I Think, I Fear -- I ... Hope --

My Word Is Law!!

Silence

I Almost Pity You, Silver-Top

Whenever you Are Ready, Callisto

Having A Thought

Death of Wolverine #3

Although the last issue of this limited series was stupid beyond all comprehension, the issues leading up to that finale were very strong. There was just the right amount of Wolverine as 'best at what he does' mixed with guest stars and favourite villains to make tuning into a pointless event comic worthwhile. Art was aces too.

One of the more interesting parts of the series was writer Charles Soule's use of captions. Readers were able to enter into Logan's consciousness without needing all of that Claremont-esque "hurts like flamin' hell, but I can't quit when Jeanie needs me" monologue. Instead we get the simple impressions of a man with enhanced senses. "Scent of plum blossoms." "Wind kisses rustling petals." At the same time as we see into Logan, we gain a stronger sense of his environment. Words and pictures suddenly work in unison with one another to create a moving picture within the imagination.

Death of Wolverine #3, October 2014 (Marvel Comics)

Storm

Grim Soliloquies

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Nothing but wall-to-wall knives, guns, and tits. A dark triangle leading youth to ruin. This issue, an eleven year old boy will fall into a strange world of futuristic soldiers, masked villains, and blonde cavemen. He's never seen anything like these intimations of bondage and domination. And who are those faces in the top, left-hand box? None of it makes any sense. Except the promise of violence. Violence beckons like the perfumed scent of a submissive mistress.

Uncanny X-Men #274 (Marvel Comics, March, 1991)

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)

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.