Ephemeral Industries

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Basically, it’s a superhero comic for anyone who loves Bowie as much as Batman.

Gillen & McKelvie Announce ‘The Wicked & The Divine’ For Image (via merlin)

Yes, yes yes.

I’ve really been looking forward to another Phonogram, but this sounds like a terrific new Gillen & McKelvie title to read in the meantime.

"In some ways it’s Phonogram‘s sister book. Not a complete equal and opposite, as they’re stylistically miles apart, but Phonogram was a book about the consumption of art and culture while The Wicked & The Divine is a book that’s about the creation of art and culture."

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lileks:

As her husband prattled on about the beer - so crisp, so hoppy! - she couldn’t help thinking about the statue vendor in the sleepy little town, and wondering how hard she’d have to swing this thing

"The statuette, idol, fetish, or whatever it was, had been captured some months before in the wooded swamps south of New Orleans during a raid on a supposed voodoo meeting; and so singular and hideous were the rites connected with it, that the police could not but realise that they had stumbled on a dark cult totally unknown to them, and infinitely more diabolic than even the blackest of the African voodoo circles. Of its origin, apart from the erratic and unbelievable tales extorted from the captured members, absolutely nothing was to be discovered; hence the anxiety of the police for any antiquarian lore which might help them to place the frightful symbol, and through it track down the cult to its fountain-head."—H.P. Lovecraft"The Call of Cthulhu"

lileks:

As her husband prattled on about the beer - so crisp, so hoppy! - she couldn’t help thinking about the statue vendor in the sleepy little town, and wondering how hard she’d have to swing this thing

"The statuette, idol, fetish, or whatever it was, had been captured some months before in the wooded swamps south of New Orleans during a raid on a supposed voodoo meeting; and so singular and hideous were the rites connected with it, that the police could not but realise that they had stumbled on a dark cult totally unknown to them, and infinitely more diabolic than even the blackest of the African voodoo circles. Of its origin, apart from the erratic and unbelievable tales extorted from the captured members, absolutely nothing was to be discovered; hence the anxiety of the police for any antiquarian lore which might help them to place the frightful symbol, and through it track down the cult to its fountain-head."

—H.P. Lovecraft
"The Call of Cthulhu"