I haven’t been posting much new work these last couple of months, mostly because I’ve been teaching at four different school this semester and have had time for little else (I have, however, been doing a fair bit of doodling, as attested by my Instagram account @julianpeterscomics). Before winter rather abruptly and definitively set in here in Montreal in early November, I did find a few free afternoons to go out and do some urban sketching, using a material that was quite new for me (at least in adult life) -crayola crayons. The bright, primary colours seemed to suit the Montreal fall light, which is very clear and almost naively unfiltered, and the wax crayons also have the advantage of being eminently portable. Unfortunately I only got to do a few of these before the days got too wet and cold (not to mention colourless) to permit outdoor drawing, but I hope to get back to this kind of thing in the far-off spring.
My conversation with Nantali Indongo for CBC Montreal’s arts and radio program The Bridge is now online on the CBC website: https://www.cbc.ca/player/play/1373130819911
During the course of the interview talk I present four songs that hold a special significance for me and how I connect them to different moments in my life. Which four songs? the answer may surprise you!
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A couple of weeks ago I was interviewed by Nantali Indongo for CBC Montreal’s arts and radio program The Bridge. In addition to discussing my comics projects and the relationship between poetry and comics, I will talk about four songs that hold a special significance for me and how I connect them to different moments in my life. The interview is just under an hour long and runs tomorrow, Saturday, at 5pm EST, on CBC Radio (88.5 FM). Nantali is a great interviewer, and there were a couple of questions that really got me thinking -next time they come up I’ll have better answers!
In honour of Remembrance Day and of the hundredth anniversary of the end of WWI, an adaptation of a poem by my favourite war poet, Siegfried Sassoon. Sassoon (1886-1967) wrote this poem only a few days before the Battle of the Somme, in which the poet participated. The first day of the Somme, on July 1st, 1916, still holds the record as the bloodiest single day in British military history, with 19,240 fatalities.
The fact that, on top of the many natural and inevitable miseries that the world already provides us with, humankind should repeatedly choose to add the ultimate horror of war must surely always stand as the greatest failing of our species.
This comic was commissioned by and originally appeared in the American magazine Plough Quarterly: http://www.plough.com/en
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Tagged armistice centennary, before the battle, plough quarterly, remembrance day, siegfried sassoon, the battle of the somme, trenches, war poetry
Anna Maria Ortese’s 1965 novel L’iguana (translated into English from the original Italian as The Iguana in 1987) tells the tale of Count Aleardo, a wealthy young Milanese aristocrat who arrives on a tiny island off the coast of Portugal named Ocaña. The island sole inhabitants are three impoverished Portuguese aristocrats and a much put-upon servant girl, Estrellita, who happens to be an iguana. Before long, in spite of their very different stations in life, Count Aleardo finds himself falling for the reptile’s innocent charms…
Tomorrow evening I’ll be giving a talk on the curious relationship between two art forms: poetry and comics! The event is free of charge and all are welcome. Hope to see some of you there!
Today marks the 104th anniversary of the death of the French novelist Alain-Fournier. Henri Alban-Fournier (Alain-Fournier was a pen name) was killed in action on September 22nd, 1914, the last day of summer, at the onset of a long dark winter for Western civilization. In another two weeks he would have been twenty-eight years old. One year before he had published his first and only novel, Le Grand Meaulnes, which was to become a classic of French literature. In 1999 readers of Le Monde voted it the ninth greatest novel of the twentieth century.
“They disembarked in front of a wood of fir trees. The passengers had to wait for a moment on the gangway, pressed closely one against the other, for one of the boatmen to unlock the gate … With what emotion would Meaulnes later recall that minute in which, on the banks of the pond, he had had so close to his own face the face of that now lost girl! It was a profile of such purity, and he had filled his eyes with it until they were about to well up with tears. And he remembered seeing, like a delicate secret she had entrusted to him, a little leftover powder on her cheek… “