Sunday, September 26, 2010

MOBY-DICK, Page 387

Title: "Please, Sir, who is the Lord Warden?"

"The Duke."

"But the duke had nothing to do with taking this fish?"

"It is his."

"We have been at great trouble, and peril, and some expense, and is all that to go to the Duke's benefit; we getting nothing at all for our pains but our blisters?"

"It is his."

"Is the Duke so very poor as to be forced to this desperate mode of getting a livelihood?"

"It is his."

"I thought to relieve my old bed-ridden mother by part of my share of this whale."

"It is his."

"Won't the Duke be content with a quarter or a half?"

"It is his."

6 inches by 8.5 inches
ink and marker on found paper
September 25, 2010


  1. Marriage of text and image here superlative. And terrifying.

    Launch at Wigown Book Festival of Venti was yesterday, in a yurt! Lovely, informal reading together with another poet, Vivien Jones, and had the opportunity to discuss your work with a fabulous sculptor/artist, Elizabeth Waugh (the one the poem in the book is about) as well as with the majority of the rest of the audience. When your great big book comes out I hope it's available over here!
    Much praise and interest afforded to your work, and people are loving Venti.

  2. My wife said something very similar when I showed her this piece. She found it very "mean looking" and cruelly frightening. I wanted to create some kind of an ironclad visage that radiated irresistible and brutal royal power, which I think I did. This was actually directly inspired by a toy I had as a child of some being named Baron Karza.

    I can't thank you enough for continuing to share my work in so many places. Words in the comment field of a blog are nowhere near enough to even give shape to the gratitude and humility I feel. It's amazing to know that people as far away as Scotland are seeing my art in your books, and liking what they see. As I have written many times about this project, it is all still so strange...


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