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setting the top on the tipple of the topple

Grant Morrison strikes again, interviewically speaking:

a quotecicle:
Wise up: the more comics imitate movies, the less need movies will have for comics as a source of imaginative material; let’s remember that the movie industry is ONLY NOW learning to simulate the technology and imagination Jack Kirby packed in his pencil 40 years ago. As I’ve been saying to the point of boredom for the last couple of years, our creative community owes it to the future to produce today the insane, logic-shattering, side-splitting day-glo stories which will be turned into all-immersive holographic magic theatre experiences in 40 years time. The comics medium is a very specialized area of the Arts, home to many rare and talented blooms and flowering imaginations and it breaks my heart to see so many of our best and brightest bowing down to the same market pressures which drive lowest-common-denominator blockbuster movies and television cop shows.

gggggg

wallawu wallawau
this one’s come undone.,
his trousers blown about in the wind.
feel that scurrilous ticklegroan.
oh me oh my
cramped into some little old little me box
feeling that muschhhle ache
where’s the glistening, no, fey
corpus cormeticum or somedamnthing
book or wordphrase to conjure with
(whoop-ah! watch the hands/don’t watch the hands!
feel my eyes drag your eyes away,
while deft little fingers replace one thing with t’other:
whoop-ah! cat-in-the-hat!)
meantime, here’s the graggerman, come to grab the grag.
put it in the graggerbag and sleng it on yer shudder.
until tomorrow, i wasn’t even there.
feel the burn (grammatical) as the pointofview
flipflopflaps between you and me and one and his
[what pour self is hid in that strange box?
the mystery box with the sick inside
or maybe the punching bag, o’erflown with dust withal]

and even now, wa?
all the bait is swirling in the water:
protecting no one self, but keeping that groop
solid swiffing in the water.

underthere’s just nothing much
disappointment, filthy monsoons clawing out
even one cold slap
keening out of some pain or dandelion
might not shock one out of time
might not flip the underbelly out
expose that pestilential core
to all the silly world [stop]

did i say silly [stop]
there’s a word [stop] lost it’s meaning [stop]
all the world’s words [stop]
find their meaning slip away [stop]

there’s an infamous particle of faith that scratches and stretches out, concluding something special that most would rather, were the conclusions contrariwise drawn in crayon, stomp upon or growl out into some night-time corruscade. and all the spell-checks in the world can’t save this one, can’t keep strange words like galumph or happapap from sneaking through the dumbwaiter. even some bed-ridden hag wouldn’t stand for that on toast! scrape it off and pour it in the trestle. or the pestle. or the pistle on the whistle.

and so, la.

Grant Morrison: I collect ’em like ceramic doilies

Interview with Grant Morrison:

The world?s current social structures should collapse quite rapidly when that happens and chances are, only people capable of handling the immense influx of new information will be those already familiar with heavily-altered states of consciousness. For everyone else, it will seem like the Second Coming, the arrival of the Space Brothers, the Rapture, Hell on Earth, the 32nd path of the Tree of Life or whatever they decide to see ? everyone will get their own personal apocalyptic transfer into this new mode of being. Some poor souls will have to be guided out of hell, others will have to be coaxed down from sci-fi Ultraspheres but we?ll all be living in a state of permanent psychedelic ecstasy and will have to restructure our entire existence to cope with the new consciousness. I have a feeling that psychedelic drugs provide a flashforward glimpse of this kind of consciousness and help prepare the human mind for when that mode of consciousness is permanent.