Monday, February 6, 2012

Get Naked

The comics you have are not important, and furthermore, you've known this for a long time. Your comics will never put your kids through college, and your comics will never really amount to much. So why don't we stop acting like these twenty-four page diversions are sacrosanct and stop shoving them into boards and bags.Let these mother fuckers breath for crissakes! Pick them up! Leaf through them, celebrate them, don't catalogue them! Pick up that Batman # 3 and flip through it while you're putting away your socks. You think Capullo meant for his work to die between two layers of gloss? Hell no. He meant for you to leave that shit out for your kids to see.
Comics cannot be enjoyed within the confines of the long box, my friend. And if you can't look at a long box and tell me what's in it, the contents should be donated to a childrens' hospital; if anybody could use a dose of the good guy winning, it'd be them.
Let's face it. We pick up the comics, we read them, without really reading them. We slide them, glossy side up, between the bag and board, and into the long box they go. Hell, I've put shit in there without even realizing I hadn't read them. So why're we doing this? Just to get that Wednesday fix? And yeah, that's all well and good, but Mom's basement is getting crowded.
All I'm say'n is...don't hold onto that stuff just because you paid for it. Comics are mostly just snacks to get you through 'til Civil War or Crisis. You're not keeping that bag of Lays for posterity are you? Yeah, so send them on their way. And with any luck, what you discard will land in the hands of some kid and the sickness will spread. Because the sickness spreading is the only way to keep our beloved medium afloat.
And if I catch your ass buying comics from goddam Books-a-Million you'll suffer some serious grief. Support your local comic store. I know the people smell bad, but without these places we'll all have to live with comics that have been leafed through by the sonuvabitch that just got finished with his chic-fila.
Now I'm telling you to let your comics free, I'm not telling you to not take care of them. Bags and boards have their place, like when Carnage kicked Doppelganger off the roof? Bag that shit. But when Thor and Captain America went to the House of Dough? Pass it on and pray it does more good than harm.
Travel Foreman's art should not be neatly placed in a long box. You should be hanging John Paul Leon's stuff up on the wall, not trying to iron the creases out. Michael Green's innuendo should be putting a smirk on your face, not wedged between issues 3 and 5.
Get this shit out and talk about it. Argue about it. Fucking fight, beat someone's ass for disagreeing with you.

'Cause Cyclops can beat Wolverine's ass any day. And Baby, you know this.







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