keep seeing white people everywhere

A late but welcome review of my White People effort from a few years back, by mr. Longhorn of the superior Supernatural Tales blog & magazine:

& the inimitable Rob Clough, reviewer for The Comics Journal, wrote an insightful overview of my output ( obscure zines included) leading up to and circa The White People on his own High Low Comics blog:


Selection of distastefully coloured versions of the WJNMN drawings prepared for a reading of the text by Elfie Tromp.


or, people taking the time to read Eloise & write kind things about it (in Dutch):

(& in English)


Get it, here:

oh my

Oh my, it seems i'm on a bit of a Deftones trip lately. I just wish i could make comics as angsty as this music. Then again, i wish i could make comics as smooth as Sade's music.

current reading VII

"To meet the difficulty that none of us is aware of this sound, they account for it by saying that the sound is with us right from birth and thus has no contrasting silence to show it up..."

from W. K. C. Guthrie's A History of Greek Philosophy vol. 1

"In this tumult he stood abstracted on the trottoir in a listening attitude, and for a moment seemed not to recognize me when i touched him."
-M. P. Shiel, Vaila

"For about 250 years this lowly, hybrid, barely controlled, vaguely embarrassing literature has not just survived but insisted on coming back repeatedly. It suggests the Gothic works over material for its readers in important ways."

from the introduction to 'Late Victorian Gothic Tales' ed. Roger Luckhurst

& from same:

"Not the external and the physical alone is now managed by machinery, but the internal and spiritual also."
-Thomas Carlyle (1829)

current reading VI

"Dropping his visitor's hand, he suddenly stood stock-still, in the attitude of one who listens."

"There arose before him, complicated and inhuman, like a moving tower of instruments and appliances, the monstrous Apparition of Modern Invention.
 He felt as though, with aeroplanes spying down upon every retreat like ubiquitous vultures, with the lanes invaded by iron-clad motors like colossal beetles, with no sea, no lake, no river free from throbbing, thudding engines, the one thing most precious of all in the world was being steadily assassinated."

-John Cowper Powys, Wolf Solent

"Voici les temps des Assassins."

- Arthur Rimbaud, Matinée d'Ivresse

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