A comic about my sleeping process
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864-1901)
was a French painter, printmaker, draughtsman and illustrator whose immersion in the colourful and theatrical life of Paris in the late 1800’s yielded a collection of exciting, elegant and provocative images of the modern and sometimes decadent life of those times. Among the likes of Paul Cézanne, Vincent van Gogh and Paul Gauguin, he was one of the greatest painters of the Post-Impressionist period.
“There was a prolongued snappling of stiffened rods and stubborn shoots and the sharp agonies of fractured branches, the pitiless flogging against each other of green life-laden leaves, the thrashing and the scourging of a clump in torment, a jaggle of briar-braced tangly-brambled thorniness, incensed, with a demon in its beast. Crack crack crack.”
From “At Swim-Two-Birds” by Flann O’Brien, one of the most hilarious and inventive books I’ve read.
Also, here’s a recital of “A Pint Of Plain Is Your Only Man,” a pome by Jem Casey, “the Poet of the Pick.”
SLEEPING (by [otchipotchi])
GOOD MORNING (by [otchipotchi])