The first issue of Space Hoodoo Comix is now available. Starring Little Hoodoo & Little Space, Aleister Crowley, H.P. Lovecraft, Spacebuddhaa Jedrik, Kenneth Grant, LAM, a non-descript Jehovah’s Witness and Kyle Fite (whose guts are duly torn out by Crab-Aliens from the Nameless Nebula).
There’s blood, bones and bodily fluids. And Toast. All packed into 24 pages with full color cover and tipped in color plates.
With the first issue, we’ve “set the scene” and are looking forward to how it will all unfold. Similar to David Lynch’s approach to the creation of his masterwork, Inland Empire, I do not have an extensive “script” that’s been mulled over and now requires arduous crafting into a finalized form. The story and its delivery are one thing. The angle taken has me thinking of what William Burroughs wrote about NAKED LUNCH:
Most books are written as if they’ve HAPPENED. This book is HAPPENING.
And it IS.
I have about as much an idea as to where it’s all going as I do with this “real life.” Sure, I’ve got plans and am on my Path. But the first hour of every day is enough to let us know that the unexpected and unpredictable can and will rear its hydra head without warning. Best to take a stance where we dance with it. Or at least effectively improvise our battle plan.
As an artist, I’ve had the frustrating experience many a time where someone would express repulsion and horror over some “dark image” I had created-and then chuckle at the seeming “whimsy” of another. Yet from my own creative center, the energies may be wholly opposite of what appears at first sight. A gothic image, running with black blood and cryptic sigils, may have been knocked off while I was listening to some upbeat song. On the flip, a cartoony scrawl might connect to levels of hard-earned experience gained with no small amount of suffering and painful rebirth.
I’m contemplating the writing of a commentary to go alongside Space Hoodoo Comix down the line. There is actually a lot of precision behind the seeming nonchalance. For example, the single panel where Rev. Michael Bertiaux gets “a letter from England” is based on a memorable phone call I had made right after Kenneth Grant had died.
There is an off-handed and even parodic treatment of LAM in this first episode. LAM is an easy “target” for jabs, jibes and jokes. It’s my personal opinion that there may well have been some off-color humor in Crowley’s mind when he drew the image that so impressed young Grant. Despite all of this, I experienced a series of events in conjunction with LAM years back which resulted in extensive meditative work, wearing me down into exhaustion and “Breakthrough Breakdown.” To this day, the “Cult of LAM” remains a bristling source of ever-deepening esoteric exploration transmitting both beauty and Gnosis on the edge of human awareness.
So where we see the pissed-off Guru of All Things Daathian sitting on his little zafu-asteroid, it may seem as if I regard the entire theme as a lark. Nothing could be further from the truth.
In comics, we can slash right into the subject. A few lines can effectively form the necessary associative link in a viewer’s mind to communicate data. This data is then put into a context where it takes effect. Even if the reader simply “gets the joke” and laughs, the dynamic evoked has proven remarkably effective.
Magic runs along these lines (no pun intended). It’s ALL communication (which is to say CONTACT). Bring two things together and there is the manifestation of a third thing. Yes, it’s sort of Hegelian. But there is always such chaotic potential when Thesis & Antithesis meet. The resulting Synthesis is not restricted to a single mathematical outcome, prepackaged and predictable. It may, however, be guided in its formation.
And THAT is Shamanic Activity.
I wasn’t thinking of any of these things when I was kid and drawing my own comics in gradeschool. But there is one thing I wish to note as I look back on those days. I created my comics at breakneck speed, writing and drawing as quickly as possible. What I was really doing was calling up the experience of READING the comic even as I was MAKING it!
Fast forward and inclinations remain the same. Whether it’s comics or poetry, essays or fiction, I go toward the place where I can enter into the creative space and work my way out from there. I like the story of Jack Kerouac cranking a ROLL of paper into his typewriter so he didn’t have to be interrupted by the chore of adding new sheets when he’d reach the bottom.
You don’t need any dead weight when chasing the muse. And you want to catch her while she’s ovulating. It’s All in the Egg…so Shake a Leg!
Just cuz Will ain’t cryin’ “Because” doesn’t mean it don’t know what it DOES!
Each issue of Space Hoodoo Comix will end with an “Editorial” with further reflections on these and many other topics.
Issue # 1 (“Wake Up!”) is printed, with all its horror, humiliation and humor, in black and white with hand-signed color cover and two signed tipped in color plates along with Hoodoo Pilot affirmation card. First issue with color prints being offered for $15 + post. Contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org to get your copy.