Friday, May 28, 2010

Outer Limits: Them Ol' Post-Apocalyptic Blues Again


Post-apocalyptic and dystopian sci-fi was all the rage when I was a kid. A lot of it was inspired by the Cold War, but it was also a natural reaction to the malaise of the early stages of American de-industrialization.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

2012 Olympics: London Mascots

Reader Brooke brought these to my attention- the new mascots for the London Olympics. And what a surprise- more aliens. These are faintly reminiscent of the Teletubbies, though the cyclops look is a bit disconcerting. The levitation bit is a nice touch, no?

For casual readers not familiar with the repeating alien motifs attached to the Olympic Games, here's a nice primer from the 1984 Olympics in Los Angeles...

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sunday Matinee: God Told Me To


Seeing as how we seem to be stuck in an endless tapeloop of the 1970s, today's feature presentation is more timely than ever. Larry Cohen's God Told Me To is one of the great grindhouse/drive-in classics that seems to know a lot more than it's saying out loud. 

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Rent "The Box" this weekend. Seriously.

Once in a very great while, an artist comes out of nowhere and channels the most ineffably unconscious currents of an age into pop culture artifacts. Often it seems as if these artists are only half-aware of what it is they are channeling. Richard Kelly is one of these.


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Psilocybin-Fueled Sci-Fi

A children's book from 1954. Note classic "Grey"-type bodies and heads in aliens, Amanita color scheme

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Frank Frazetta, Artist Laureate of the American Id

America dies a little every day, but losing a Frank Frazetta just brings our culture that much closer to the dustbin of history.

There's something wild, free and savagely self-confident about Frazetta's artwork, qualities that have been sucked out of our culture by political correctness, corporate team-building, pea-brained paranoia and discount store religion. Frazetta was the poet laureate of untrammeled Id, and his art captured an America at the height of its powers and chronicled the start of its decline.

This is why the cultural elite might embrace a Robert Crumb or even a Jack Kirby, but Frazetta's work is untameable. You can't pretty it up or pretend it's not exactly what is; an face-grabbing immersion into lust and rage, a guiltless celebration of the human machine obeying its most primal impulses.

Indeed, if there's one word that best sums up Frazetta's work, it would be 'tumescent'.

Portrait of the artist as a young man

Here's a brief sketch of the man's life and work, taken from Erotic Art Village:
Frazetta was born in Brooklyn in 1928 and showed prodigious talent from a very early age. His kindergarten teachers were amazed that he could draw better than most 10-year olds, and at the age of 8 he began studying in the Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts with Italian fine artist Michael Falanga...

At the age of 16 he began doing illustrations for Standard Publishing. That led to work in the comic book industry for several different publishers...

(Frazetta's) Buck Rogers covers gained the attention of Li'l Abner creator Al Capp, who hired Frazetta...They worked together for nine years, after which they had a falling out and Frank reentered the world of regular comic books.

The artist did find work eventually, particularly for men's magazines...He also drew the comic strip parody Lil' Annie Fannie for Playboy Magazine...In the mid-60s Frazetta's talent was recognized in Hollywood and the publishing industry.

Despite Frazetta's classical training, his art is not so much Italian Renaissance as Etruscan. There's no time for social or artistic convention - only sex, sorcery and swordplay.

And more sex.

Sex was Frazetta's muse- the testosterone explodes nearly from every brushstroke. His women - with their cat eyes, ample hips and thighs, their full, firm asses and modest busts - ooze an idealized Mediterranean fecundity, straight out of ancient Greek or Egyptian art. And for every prostrate barbarian moll, Frazetta served up half a dozen wild jungle girls and witchy women, every bit as imposing as his men. No doubt Frazetta was inspired by the tough-skinned Brooklyn girls of his youth, as well as his strong-willed wife, Ellie.

Similarly, Frazetta's depiction of men seems invested with a distinct kind of erotic energy, which is kind of amusing given the fact that he often used himself as a model. Frazetta wouldn't be the first artist guilty of narcissism, nor would he be the first some might accuse of getting off on his heroes as much as his heroines. Like Kirby before him and Richard Corben after him, Frazetta made no bones that masculine potency was itself the natural counterpart of the feminine sexual allure at the core of his vision. But certainly there is a polymorphous aspect to Frazetta's art - you get the impression a Frazetta hero would screw anything that moved, so long as he was on top.

As with violence, lust is self-justifying in the Frazetta Universe. No wonder his work was so potent (and popular) in the smug, self-righteous 70s - it was an antidote to the tedious, therapeutic liberalism of the time. In fact, that pretty much describes anything of lasting value from that decade- Glam and Punk, cult cinema (horror, sci-fi, grindhouse), Heavy Metal, National Lampoon, Hustler and similar explosions of the repressed Id in an age of encounter groups, corduroy, and soft rock.

Frazetta also played a vital role in the revival of the occult and the arcane in pop culture. His paintings played a major part in the sword-and-sorcery revival of the 60s, embodying the same atavistic energy that Robert E. Howard put into words.

He did the same for Edgar Rice Burroughs' Theosophist superhero, John Carter of Mars (Jack Parsons' favorite character)- Frazetta burned an image of the Martian badlands into the brains of young readers before they even cracked the covers.

The same goes for the classic black and white horror comics Jim Warren put on the stands in the 60s. When Warren needed an artist to summon the dark, esoteric powers of his classic books like Creepy and Vampirella, the first guy he called was Frank Frazetta. His was a primal, instinctual kind of pop esotericism- and was all the more resonant and lasting for it.

Not only did Frazetta capture that dark energy floating around in the Ether at the twilight of the Aquarian Age, he also brought the kind of gut-punching catharsis that Jack Kirby had brought to the table. The fury in this Creepy cover is the same you saw in Jack; you get the feeling that both artists had their fair share of street fights back in the day - and maybe saw the back of poppa's hand one too many times for their liking.

I'd go so far to say that Frazetta was every bit as important to the evolution of the Heavy Metal aesthetic as a Jimmy Page or Tony Iommi. Certainly the New Wave of British Metal bands like Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Motorhead were heavily influenced by the Frazetta barbarian milieu (both visually and spiritually) and Southern metal band Molly Hatchet used Frazetta art on their first few album covers, just as countless other bands used bad Frazetta copyists for their own. Certainly 80s metal wouldn't be the same without the overall barbarian aesthetic that Frazetta popularized.

And therein lies the problem- when a revolutionary artist comes around, they almost immediately inspire a wave of imitators who invariably degrade the aesthetic currency. What was once exciting and visionary becomes cliche. It inevitably gets to the point where all of the bad imitations sour the public on the original and the baby is then thrown out with the bathwater. The process probably began with cave paintings.

We're not quite there yet but we may be nearing a Frazetta revival. The honesty and potency of his art has survived the backlash inspired by all of the crappy clones and incredible depth of his vision still packs a tremendous emotional punch, maybe more so today since that kind of gutpunching eroticism is so rare in an age bogged down with crappy porn pretending to be art. Frazetta was a true American original, one I'm very much afraid we're becoming unable to produce any more of. Every time one of these giants leaves us, I get this gnawing feeling of anxiety in my gut.

What makes Frazetta's work so powerful was not only his dedication to craft and ferocious work ethic, but also its fearlessness, its surrender to Eros and Ares- even Hades. It's very much the reflection of a younger, more confident society, one less beaten down by political correctness and self-censorship.

As the Romans said, life is short but art is eternal. The man is gone but the work lives on. Like Kirby, Frazetta tapped into something very deep and primal. Time took everything away from him, but the work is bouncing around the Net and probably will forever. Frazetta channeled those impossibly deep mythic streams at the core of human consciousness, even if the museums don't want to know about it. But I'll bet the farm his work outlasts pretty much everyone being shown at the Whitney or the Guggenheim.

Art is eternal but bullshit is very, very temporary.

NOTE: This piece is a bit rushed, but I wanted to get this out while the topic is still timely. I will probably give this piece a polish or three and stick it up on the Solar Seminar. Frazetta is a huge part of my worldview and I want to do the man justice.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Wyrd New Jersey: The Necropolis, or Ritual Done Right

The thing about New Jersey is that you never know what you might find hiding in plain sight. The place is so littered with arcane symbolism it's easy to take for granted. For instance, this cemetery in the rolling hills at the foot of the Skylands caught the attention of even a jaded symbol-junkie like myself. 

That strange obelisk sans capstone is particularly interesting in and of itself, given that it's oriented to the cardinal points. Even more so when placed in context with some of the other items around it.


Wyrd New Jersey: The Necropolis

Saturday, May 08, 2010

A Sirius Crisis in Greece?

By now you've all heard about the financial crisis in Greece, which is threatening the entire economy of Europe. But there's apparently a greater risk to the world economy, for reasons as arcane to me as any Medieval grimoire.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Inanna Montana, Revisited

"I'm not a mistake, I'm not a fake, 
It's set in my DNA"

Reader レベッカ brought this to my attention- Miley Cyrus' Lady GorGon move for her new video, "Can't Be Tamed." On the surface it's the same old Marilyn Manson rehash meant to gee up the same old outrage, but this time someone's come up with a quite a juicy (and timely) new twist.

Monday, May 03, 2010

Secret Sunday: Beltane Edition


Well, Saturday was May Day and there was chaos and confusion all across the globe, including an alleged failed IED in Times Square. There were also several protests over the new Arizona immigration law. But you can read about all of that on any old website: let's go to Edinburgh for the yearly Beltane Fire Festival, which drew 12,000 people this year. 

A goodly number of them were nude and smeared in red body paint, I might add.