Friday, November 27, 2015
God, She Lookin' in de Mirror
He would occasionally recite this poem at parties or bars or wherever, and his performances were always spectacular in their enthusiasm. He had a deep booming voice for such a young skinny guy, and he would tell his stories and read his poems with a mock serious authority, like he really meant it, his mussy, static-electricity charged flaming red hair making him look kind of like a poetry-spouting torch.
And here the poem is so magically turned into images, with so many amazing moments, like the lips-only mirror reflection, the odd op art earth, the Reagan-Apocalypse (apoca-lips?), the placement of the Pat Nixon ash-smudge, and those triumphant big lips in the last panel.