The Magician and the Snake: Mike and Katie Mignola (2003).
In honor of the Hallow E’en, he’s some Mike Mignola for you all. Well, in truth, the story was by his daughter, Katie. She won an Eisner for Best Short Story for it, too, making her by far the youngest recipient of the award. Runs in the family, it seems. Here’s an interview with the then-7-year-old on the Dark Horse website/blog:
"I don’t remember much about how I came up with the story other than that I painted a picture of a snake yelling at a bunch of shapes. I didn’t put any more thought into it until my dad asked me what I did at school that day and I told him about the picture. I made up the entire story on the spot and my dad said that he would like to use it in a comic. Over the course of a few months my dad drew the story, changing small details as he went such as the monkey king, which wasn’t in my original story. There were a few things that I wouldn’t let him change such as the magician’s style (he wanted him to be a parlor magician and I wanted a classic stars and moons magician) and the death of the magician. My dad suggested that the magician turn the snake into a lion so that he could eat the shapes and save the magician but I, for some reason, said that the magician had to die at the end."
Beautiful story, beautiful artwork.
This is the best comic I ever read
Winter is coming. All men must die. And Game of Thrones is back!
Stay tuned each week as we unpack Sunday’s episodes through medieval masterpieces.
The season premiere didn’t waste any time jumping right into the action. We had a typical, sizzling brothel scene; a tense arrival of foreigners, some hearty, growing teenage dragons; a bloody tavern fight, the fitting of a golden hand; and some creepy crucifixion-like deaths, pointing toward something much darker down the road.
Advice from our curator: Joffrey, the next time you manhandle a rare and expensive manuscript containing the deeds of your Kingsguard, make sure to do so with clean hands. Saves some time for our conservators later. (And doesn’t the White Book scream Flower of Battle?)
Lourdes Grobet | La Venus, Blue Demon, Lourdes Grobet & La Familia Solar
The mask occupies a very unique place throughout Mexican culture. It’s not limited solely to festivities and religious celebrations. As I worked on my photographic project on the wrestlers in Mexico, this became increasingly evident. That is why this work is centered around Blue Demon, the wrestler, and the prehispanic head from Cholula. They become like the point of the arrow which lead us to understand the diversity of myths surrounding the mask.
In fact it is the wrestlers in Mexico, that have brought the symbol of the mask into modernity within our culture. There is no distance anymore between it’s daily use from a practical point of view, and it’s most profound references.
The mask beckons the myth and the masked person reveals the hidden message. We don’t have to travel far to prove this point. In Chiapas the hooded population carry with them the implicit protection of the Zapatista struggle. In Mexico City, a masked priest maintains financially an entire orphanage with his wrestling matches.
Our history also has in it’s traditional politics, the “hooded one” representing the candidate that is chosen by the outgoing President. While all over the country, dancers regain and re enact the struggles of resistance and their old traditions.
In Mexico, politics and culture, rites and survival are condensed in the symbol of the mask.
Abū Ḥātim (Ibn Ḥibbān) said,
❝Whoever seeks to please all people is seeking something impossible. Rather, the intelligent one seeks the pleasure of those who he cannot do without… Many times there is little safety for a person when he is social, so what safety can there be for a person who is unsocial?❞
Toyin Odutola | All these garlands prove nothing
"Why is it people always get so upset about Affirmative Action but not about legacies? For some reason we’re ok with the historically advantaged having a leg-up over the rest of us, but not the historically disenfranchised."
One of the best comment about Affirmative Action I’ve seen (found in response to this article)
#LoveMeLike is a beautiful and affirming hashtag started by @Blackamazon with over 6,000 tweets published where Black women spoke honestly about the type of love we need and deserve. This wasn’t just about romantic love in a heteronormative frame (especially for me as an ace) as some would expect but about love as affirmation of humanity, as power and as justice, which would include that aforementioned frame and much more. The Huffington Post's Black Voices featured the hashtag and included my first tweet above in the article Hashtag #LoveMeLike Takes Twitter By Storm As Black Women Share Empowering Messages. To see all of the tweets sent from everyone, not just my own on my own blog, click the hashtag link above.
The hashtag surfaced after a few Black men asked what do Black men love about Black women and unfortunately many (not all) of the replies only mentioned Black women as objects of labor or loyalty, not as humans worth loving outside of service. @Blackamazon asked:
Black women, how do we want to be loved? How do we need to be loved? Because we can love Black women. But do we love Black women enough to honor their requests, their self determination? It’s easy to love something when you feel it can’t make demands back but LOVE, loving someone to be the best they want to be?
One complaint that I saw surface was that the conversation was too “political.” I mentioned this:
Personal is political. If you think love—especially for Black women—doesn’t involve the political, you’ve gotta re-examine the last four centuries. When Black men name reasons they don’t love Black women, most are shaped by patriarchy and the White Gaze. And those two things are political. How love is expressed is more than sexual romantic and matters for Black women more than just dating. Thus, to claim Black women are “forcing” feminism into love? No. If lack of love we receive is shaped by oppression, we need anti-oppression terms. Anti-oppression is inherently personal. There is no way to remove my need for humanity and freedom from discussions on love.
Of course self-love is critical, but self-love alone is not justice. Again, love is more than romantic, sexual, or heteronormative. Love isn’t about “earning” humanity through “respectability,” through others’ perception of Black women having "enough" self esteem to be deemed lovable or having our humanity on trial to just to gain basic respect. Black women knowing how we want to be loved matters.
I found this tag to be very moving and affirming and I’m glad to have been a part of it. It’s a womanist act to see ourselves worthy of love and to be able to name what that love looks like, especially since Black women being denied our humanity, let alone love, is standard in this oppressive society.
Love me like you have the willingness to affirm what I’ve stated here for myself and for other Black women who relate without the need to derail this post or harm me.
"Without justice there can be no love." - bell hooks
If a woman is sexually overt is she still feminist? It’s a question that…obviously for me, the answer is yes. But also in a larger sense, I’m not interested in policing feminism either. I have such a problem with the idea of people saying things like, ‘Oh she’s not feminist because of blah blah blah.’
Whoever says they’re feminist is bloody feminist. And I just feel like we live in a world where more people need to be saying it and we shouldn’t be looking to pull people out of the feminist party. And I think the reason I find myself reacting so strongly to questions of female sexuality is…there’s something very disturbing to me about the idea that a woman’s sexuality somehow is not hers. So when certain feminists who will say, it’s about the male gaze, it’s for the man, there a kind of a self-censoring about that that’s similar to what they’re fighting.
So as long as women have the choice…why shouldn’t women own their sexuality? Why shouldn’t a woman who does whatever with her sexuality identify as feminist?"
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Quote is from Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Defends Beyoncé: ‘Whoever Says They’re Feminist is Bloody Feminist’ on Clutch Magazine, referring to Chimamanda’s defense of Beyoncé and feminism itself, especially for Black women.
Some White women are using racism and unfortunately some fellow Black women are using the politics of respectability (which connects to performing acceptability for the White Gaze anyway) to determine who is feminist or not, where more than anything, sexuality is the rubric. Feminism is not a club where some women get to approve the membership of others, especially when this approval is based on the very same type of oppression that a feminist should seek to dismantle. This doesn’t make Beyoncé’s or even Chimamanda’s feminism perfect. But this right off the bat "X is not a feminist because they are Black or because they are not "respectable" thing is utter crap. Even Black female artists deemed “respectable” like Janelle Monáe reject the politics of respectability altogether and have womanist messages in their music.
Owning sexuality means that presentation, experience, desire, and sexual orientation (including asexual as a sexual orientation) is acceptable to that person and expressed or not expressed however they choose. It is not one-sided where whatever is deemed “respectable” is “feminist” or whatever is overtly sexual only in response to what is deemed “respectable” is “feminist.” It is rejecting reacting to binaries and a clear anti-oppressive stance on sexuality.
Now, I know the quote itself appears ”generic" so many Whites will be eager to erase my commentary so that Chimamanda’s words can center White women since "women" is always read as "White." Of course doing so will once again prove my point about racism and feminism. Such is the irony. Race cannot be erased from intersectionality.
This is everything.