:: terra incognita/ululating in miasma/is a fine/oops! ::
by skriker, rinpoche, doctormatt, and hamstak
::| an.exquisite.corpse : discussion : 25 |::
PLEASE stop with the punctured eyeballs! Have to view the latest corpses with a hand on the screen.
lovely work though.
me at May 20, 2005 6:19 AM
The terra in the first slice is not entirely incognita. In fact, I'm having lunch at the Guest House in Prattville today! It's just north of Montgomery.
murfinator at May 20, 2005 6:26 AM
Dang that is nice. Looks like one of Darger's Vivian Girls in the top panel.
Sein und Zeit at May 20, 2005 6:41 AM
Dang!! I like it!
Wild...... at May 20, 2005 7:44 AM
hey - I correctly guessed that was a girl in a dress when I drew the funky feet.
Enjoy the punctured eyeball. Love it. be it.
rinpoche at May 20, 2005 8:18 AM
Outstanding work, all! I especially like hamstak's cityscape and sexy biting legs...
FogBaron at May 20, 2005 11:39 AM
"Love it. be it."
And also the crazy skull-becomes-a-Habitrail™ thing. Nifty.
Jessica at May 20, 2005 1:10 PM
wow there is a ton going on in that final piece!
jesscross at May 20, 2005 2:10 PM
If I may offer an interpretation...if this is a breach of etiquette, then I insist. A cosmogony emerges. In the heavens exists the Prime Mover represented by the tentacles; we dare not look upon the face of the Almighty: primitive, undisciplined, cephalopodian. It requires the direction and innocence of the child-magician in order for the Universe to persist. However, the child-magician is in constant danger of reverting to its own primal origins, as denoted by the reversed, bestial feet. The map, displaying the heart of the Bible Belt, represents the Infinite as well as the absolute certainty of the Religious Right.
In the second panel, empiricism is under attack by those same forces of ontological certitude. Notice that within the Eye of Reason lurks an alien: contemporary man. His reason bleeds from him, yet at the same time he yearns for meaning, spiritual gluttony represented by the gaping mouth, which serves additionally as the blustering voice of literal interpretation. The deteriorating remains of a coelacanth (pronounced seel-a-kanth) imply the limitations of Darwinian evolutionary theory -- but does philosophical materialism necessarily lead to Spiritual Extinction? I don't care.
Storms clouds gather in the third panel, the inevitable Cultural War. But there is a new twist to the Great Structure, the emergence of temporal bifurcation, each path the result of a human choice. Some paths lead to death (the skull), some lead nowhere, and at least one leads to a Chinese Spaceman wielding a toy H2 for no apparent reason.
Finally, the mundane world appears. The Next Cyclical Messiah is confronted by the avaricious Porn Syndicate. The water has turned into Red Wine, as dipsomania makes a decisive comeback. However, the possibility of regression perseveres, as the reptilian tail awaits the victor of battle between the senses and the spirit. We know which side the Invaders are on. Buildings, like humans, are animals, and therefore must reproduce, but denial of architectural genitalia is commonplace. Why? Because the Religious Right is in fact a front for the RADICAL GAY AGENDA, whose ultimate goal is the elimination of the Human Species through the two-fisted approach of advocating abstention and homosexual activity, thereby appealing to a broad section of the population and almost guaranteeing eventual success.
hamstak at May 20, 2005 2:20 PM
It's a sad day when a comment creeps me out more than the corpse. And when a comment takes up more screen space than the corpse. And when I'm so bored by the comment I can't get past the first paragraph. Yep, all very sad. But the corpse... that's kinda cool.
burlyq at May 20, 2005 4:09 PM
Lord help, I think I wandered into the wrong room. I was looking for the gallery. Well, what do you know, this IS it.
Did someone mention Tara Incognita? That's Me!
I really like the first slice.
Ok, I'm leaving. You may resume the lecture now.
Miss Daze at May 20, 2005 7:19 PM
hamstak: Do you have a day job?
FogBaron at May 20, 2005 7:34 PM
I write policy papers for several imaginary federal agencies. Isn't that obvious?
Words are scary.
hamstak at May 20, 2005 7:42 PM
Huh?
Wild...... at May 20, 2005 8:38 PM
I thought I recognized your work...
FogBaron at May 20, 2005 8:55 PM
I think the title's not bad. I like verbs.
I wanted to try a non-representational thing...meh. Next time maybe I'll go with the eyeballs/fish/etc. shtick.
cheers...
doctormatt at May 20, 2005 9:15 PM
Help me. Hellllllllllllp meeeeeeeeeeeee.
Hamstack's Keyboard at May 21, 2005 7:45 AM
doctormatt says next time he wants to go with the "fish...shtick" Heh.
FogBaron at May 21, 2005 8:16 AM
This is one of the most amusing corpses for the comments alone.
Just now reading the title - ...Is a Fine Oops! I am going to have to remember that phrase.
"fish...schtick", hee hee. Good one. Don't doctormatt, don't do it, please. Your slice is very nice, assuming it doesn't come with a ten page explaination.
Miss Daze at May 21, 2005 8:57 AM
Hallelujah! Cicero is reborn!
Dax at May 22, 2005 2:19 AM
hamstak in an oops! miasma
ululating at May 22, 2005 1:44 PM
Fishes = trouser snakes.
Pheenis McWeenis at May 22, 2005 7:26 PM
I love hamstak's interpretation almost more than i love this wonderful corpse!
a neon devil breath at February 22, 2007 4:07 PM
/agrees with Hamstak
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