A Litter of links.
I have to clean the bathroom this morning and go out to dinner this evening and finish a page in between, so just a bunch of links and stuff today.
Ian Richardson dies. He played Sir Charles Warren In the movie of From Hell, but his finest moment would have to be the role of British politician Francis Urquhart (F.U.) in BBC's House of Cards trilogy.
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The PLAGIARISM thing won't go away. Dean Simakis has drawn my attention to this, from Slate Magazine (Feb 7): Can Photographers Be Plagiarists? . By David Segal. A gallery of photographs that have caused controversy, and lawsuits or out-of-court settlements due to resembling somebody else's photos
Blogger Douglas Tonks caught the new York Times review of Posner's The Little Book of Plagiarism, which passed unobserved a month ago. It's written by Charles McGrath, who wrote the big extravaganza on the graphic novel for the Sunday NY Times for July 11 2004, which was much discussed in funnybook circles at the time and the cause of me writing the 'graphic novelist's manifesto'. He seems to be making this one up as he goes along, and gets to the end probably dismayed that he hasn't managed to come up with a point.
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My pal Bob Morales got a laugh out of this Battle of the Bands at YOUTUBE, and so did I.
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Oh, lovely words. A review of Fate of the Artist in case you're still dithering about buying it. The object in the picture, that Monument to Chaos, or brick, still exists. Hayley Campbell found it kicking around under the house among its brother bricks. She brought it in, cleaned it up and put it on top of the bookshelf, where it now resides in the more illustrious company of china ornaments. Now that's art!
Ian Richardson dies. He played Sir Charles Warren In the movie of From Hell, but his finest moment would have to be the role of British politician Francis Urquhart (F.U.) in BBC's House of Cards trilogy.
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The PLAGIARISM thing won't go away. Dean Simakis has drawn my attention to this, from Slate Magazine (Feb 7): Can Photographers Be Plagiarists? . By David Segal. A gallery of photographs that have caused controversy, and lawsuits or out-of-court settlements due to resembling somebody else's photos
Blogger Douglas Tonks caught the new York Times review of Posner's The Little Book of Plagiarism, which passed unobserved a month ago. It's written by Charles McGrath, who wrote the big extravaganza on the graphic novel for the Sunday NY Times for July 11 2004, which was much discussed in funnybook circles at the time and the cause of me writing the 'graphic novelist's manifesto'. He seems to be making this one up as he goes along, and gets to the end probably dismayed that he hasn't managed to come up with a point.
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My pal Bob Morales got a laugh out of this Battle of the Bands at YOUTUBE, and so did I.
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Oh, lovely words. A review of Fate of the Artist in case you're still dithering about buying it. The object in the picture, that Monument to Chaos, or brick, still exists. Hayley Campbell found it kicking around under the house among its brother bricks. She brought it in, cleaned it up and put it on top of the bookshelf, where it now resides in the more illustrious company of china ornaments. Now that's art!Labels: alec1, Fate, plagiarism, stuff1
posted by Eddie Campbell at
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13 Comments:
I liked that scene in Fate. I was wondering what had happened to that thing.
I just finished How to Be an Artist. Things really do look bleak for the graphic novel by the end of it there, don't they? Even things I knew about (and had accepted at face value) like Alan Moore declaring himself a magician just seem to accumulate into this mass distraction of graphic novelists everywhere.
Since the events of the book, of course, many, many great works which could I suppose be called Graphic Novels have arisen to rival and follow up the big three from '88, so I was going to ask if your opinion on the state of things had changed, but Artist was only finished a few years ago, so I guess it's a moot point.
Also, I'd heard the story of the ultimate demise of Big Numbers 4 before, but I didn't at all connect that with Al Columbia of "You're a fuckin' homo" fame. Did he ever try to explain why he went nuts and destroyed Big Numbers?
I once brought up the question, "Is photography art?" on David Macks message board. I might have to dust that one off, and post it on my blog to make trouble. As far as the whole plagiarism thing goes; I feel I was once plagiarised, and I didn't like it one bit. Of course, it could have been a misunderstanding, but I think the people who did it knew what they had done. I'll have to write about that one on my blog soon too, before the issue dies down.
PS There's another painting by you on my latest post, if you want to add it to your 'Gallery of Amusements.'
I announced the sad death of Ian Richardson to everyone I spoke to yesterday and none of them knew who he was, and then -- in an effort to look like they did actually know what was going on in the world -- they'd say something like "Oh and that Anna Nicole, too! Lot of death about."
It did mean that I got to do my F.U. impression which is a blatant imitation of mister J's F.U. impression which is actually quite good and you should ask him to do it. He did one at least twice during every official managerial meeting, sez this witness.
Oh and (just do bring down the cultural tone of your high and mighty blog, a bit) I'm eating a chocolate covered hobnob right now. Chocolate 'obnobs are the food of the gods, what? You should ask mum to buy you some - ER..AHEM! -- not that I don't think you're perfectly capable of buying your own bikkies and all that.
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If the brick is not still in the yard, then it's not much of a monument, is it?
Pardon me while I howl at the stars for this tragedy.
I was pleased that the Guardian obit mentioned Ian Richardson's role as Jean-Paul Marat in the strange and disturbing film of The Marat/Sade (I'll spare you the full title of that one). But don't expect to see it on TV in a hurry.
And just to resurrect the tone of this high and mighty blog, the Marquis de Sade in that film was played by Patrick Magee, a man who acted twice for the splendid Stanley Kubrick. I can here exclusively reveal that the Kubrick household were partial to chocolate Hobnobs, this rare intelligence arriving courtesy of a female acquaintance who once did some modelling for Mr Kubrick's painter wife, Christine.
Creepily enough, I just got a copy of that same Marat/Sade on DVD in the mail. Same day he died. I'll have to go watch it and offer libation.
Andrew,
my depiction of the al Columbia story was based on a pile of personal correspondence between me and him around the time I drew the book. in fact , a shorter verion of all that appeared in an issue of Deevee originally. there's one other great detail I hope to dadd in the next time I republish the book.
Christopher, being plagiarised means you were being read and envied. it's a good thing. Just keep having ideas and don't waste time looking back. that's campbell's opinion.
must get me some of them hobnobs
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Hayley Campbell said -
" Chocolate 'obnobs are the food of the gods. "
hmmmm...
you might very well think that, i couldn't possibly say.
J.
oh wait... yes i could...
indeed they are.
J.
Andrew: coincidence abounds. In today's NYT there's a feature about a new production of the play being staged in Harlem.
There was just a production here in New Haven as well. Strange it's all coming back so quickly. Stranger still the damn thing's near out of print.
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