Comics are the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the literature and make a frame of it
and from the frame build a page. Thus,
our reading is converted into seeing
like bleeding brushes, sighing for sequence.
Do we agree, in principle? Is it clear? But take
the visual art and make a blank gutter
and from the gutter project a reading
beyond the pages. Thus, our knowing
unbound by words, indulged at last
is equally converted into seeing
girning like growlixes. And seeing for seeing
reading for reading, madame,
our origin story unfolds.
(After Wallace Stevens)
Surely this poem is an argument against itself? I like the twist on jarns and grawlixes. 🙂
Precisely. Comics are not literature, nor art, and they trouble the idea that we read rather than see.
It was also part of a conversation had on campus today with a medievalist. A lot of affinities, medievalists and comics scholars. 😀
*Sigh* Sometimes working on a University Campus sounds a lot more appealing than working in a school!
The corridors conversations are brilliant, I have to say.