Archive for the ‘Star Wars’ Category

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The Tucson Comic-Con

November 13, 2012

About 5 or more years ago, we attended one of the first Tucson Comic-Cons — held in a local comic book store (Heroes and Villans). Met the artists, got some free comics. Fast-forward to a week ago yesterday, we again went to the Tucson Comic-Con — this time it was in the Tucson Convention Center. And it was fun, indeed. Lots of comics I’ve never heard of — no surprise there, as my comic tastes are pretty old school. Some of these artists (who were manning their own tables) are spectacularly talented, some others — not so much, but they have unique ideas for story lines, so there’s that. Lots of curios, gadgets and geegaws (as my grandmother would have said) for sale: light sabers, steam punk accoutrements (ray-guns, gas masks and goggles) original paintings and sketches, jewelry, lunch boxes, indie books, t-shirts (including a Darth Vader silhouette with Mickey Mouse ears).

Also, we enjoyed the sci-fi movies and tv shows in evidence: Star Wars, Star Trek, Firefly, Doctor  Who, etc. etc. etc. Speaking of Doctor Who, here’s a local Dalek rumbling around the Comic-Con:

The coolest part of the whole scene were the folks dressed up in their various cosplay attire. There were fairies and elves (not the slutty kind), lots o’ Star Wars denizens, a father-son zombie thing, and delightful steam punkers. Here’s my favorite couple:

Don’t know who they are — she reminded me a bit of Drusilla from BtVS — but he — don’t know who/what he is, but I loved it.

So glad to see the Tucson Comic-Con has grown up — hope it gets bigger every year.

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Jesus with a Light Saber

July 29, 2010

Feeling in need of a little pick-me-up.  What better than an image of Jesus with a light saber?

Jesus, the times we’re living in.  I mean, Korah Mahtah, people. Korah Rahtahmah*.

So I’m a Star Wars nerd. If you don’t know already, the phrase is a  Sanskrit translation of a medieval Welsh poem. If you’re interested, look up Robert Graves’ translation of said poem Cad Goddeu (“The Battle of the Trees”) found in his work, The White Goddess.

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Three Poems for Comic-con

July 28, 2009

Poem 1

Mike the Jedi *

guards his post
behind the scuffed & dented counter
of Lee’s Drive Thru Liquors
eying customers shaggy & shambolic
as anything found in Mos Espa

he never knows
when a customer’s slight-of-hand
will snatch a curiously small
bottle of cheap gin or tequila
off shelves cluttered & dusty

but his Jedi sense is tingling
& his mind-tricks come into play
you need a bag of ice for that
you desire tonic water, on sale today
you want a receipt

Mike’s eyes are blood-shot old
& his clothes reek of cigarette smoke
like the store’s worn down carpet
but he’s a Jedi in his heart, & you can see it
tattooed across the his knuckles

& as you leave Mike at closing time,
pale receipt in pocket, he calls to you
there’s another path
another way
this is not the life you’re looking for

Poem 2

Secret Squirrel Afternoon Cartoon

I would pay attention to you
but for this unstable sub-atomic particle whispering
nonsense in my ear and its rule of thumb
is always pull the bottom atom out from the wall
to make it fall and how
could I ignore that? A cartoon quark careening through
sandwiches and wood paneling and the smooth canal
of an inner ear crusading for chaos on an infinite level
a level level where all particles are the same only different
a singing quark a dancing quark who wants to please
with all its heart its smashing heart
its breaking heart breaking everything that matters
apart all because only because a clever squirrel
a line drawn squirrel drew a line around a column a wall
of words in the dictionary: quark — a hypothetical
a theoretical a theatrical subatomic particle … poof.
So it was
never really here. That’s the miracle
of modern science:
television. You were saying?

Poem 3

If We Argue Long Enough

do our pronouns become confused and jump
off the ledge of logic
but bounce unhurt undeterred
off the shiny tan hoods of our eyes

do we become an animated couple
rabbit in drag and hunter out of season
or is it small-brained road-runner outsmarting
snarky coyote swallowing the dynamite
of his own pride

if we go on long enough will we become rococo
doodles in the margin of a magazine
bought years ago on a rainy afternoon
when I was some one still unknown
when personal wars were still operatic
the stuff of cartoons
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*poem originally appeared in Dreams & Nightmares, May 2009, No.82

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Bring Me the Head of Boba Fett

August 27, 2008