No olvide su Delirio: la introducción de Tori Amos para "Death: the high cost of living"

Hoy compré Death The Deluxe Edition, que contiene todas las apariciones claves de Muerte y un antiguo seguidor en twitter me preguntó cuál novela gráfica de Muerte venía con la introducción de Tori Amos. Esa es The Hight Cost of Living.

Acabo de releerla luego de haberla semiolvidado y fue como si los pantanos se movieran, como volver a abrazar ese lado tuyo que creías ahogado, y recordar que debemos seguir llevando nuestras mariposas con orgullo. Si te permites sentir como te sientes en realidad, tal vez deje de darte miedo ese sentimiento no?

No lo olviden eh, no dejen que nadie les haga olvidar su Delirio y vayan y busquen a alguien que los haga sentir como Muerte:

“Death: the high cost of living | introduction

It’s funny but on good days I don’t think of her so much. In fact never. I never just say hi when the sun is on my tongue and my belly’s all warm. On bad days I talk to Death constantly, not about suicide because honestly that’s not dramatic enough. Most of us love the stage and suicide is definitely your last performance and being addicted to the stage, suicide was never an option – plus people get to look you over and stare at your fatty bits and you can’t cross your legs to give that flattering thigh angle and that’s depressing. So we talk. She says things no one else seems to come up with, like let’s have a hotdog and then it’s like nothing’s impossible.

She told me once there is a part of her in everyone, though Neil believes I’m more Delirium than Tori, and Death taught me to accept that, you know, wear your butterflies with pride. And when I do accept that, I know Death is somewhere inside of me. She was the kind of girl all the girls wanted to be, I believe, because of her acceptance of “what is.” She keeps reminding me there is change in the “what is” but change cannot be made till you accept the “what is.”

Like yesterday, all the
recording machines


We almost lost a master take and the band leaves tomorrow and we can’t do anymore music till we resolve this. We’re in the middle of nowhere in the desert and my being wants to go crawl under a cactus and wish it away. Instead, I dyed my hair and she visited me and I started to accept the mess I’m in. I know that mess spelled backwards is ssem and I felt much better armed with that information. Over the last few hours I’ve allowed myself to feel defeated, and just like she said if you allow yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won’t be afraid of that feeling anymore. 

When you’re on your knees you’re closer to the ground. things seem nearer somehow. 

If all I can say is I’m not in this swamp, I’m not in this swamp then there is not a rope in front of me and there is not an alligator behind me and there is not a girl sitting at the edge eating a hot dog and if I believe that, then dying would be the only answer because then Death couldn’t come and say Peachy to me anymore and after all she has a brother who believes in hope”.

Neil Gaiman: El emotivo discurso motivacional que brindó en la Universidad de las Artes, imperdible

Lo he dicho antes: Neil Gaiman es mi escritor favorito ever. No es sólo el hermoso universo que creó con The Sandman, sino su calma, su sabiduría sencilla y clara, los consejos directos que entrega cada día en su tumblr, la motivación justa para escribir, crear, para no rendirse nunca aunque cometamos errores, porque ellos -sí, los errores- son los que nos hacen ser nosotros.

Mejor dejo que Neil haga su magia. Respire y lea:

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Cita Comiquera: Asterios Polyp, el interés del gobierno por mantener a la gente ignorante

“The government has a vested interest in keeping people ignorant. In 1957 the Soviet Union launched Sputnik into orbit around the earth. So what happened?

America was so whigged- out by this awesome display of technological prowess that the government boosted education spending- with the sole purpose of producing generation of rocket scientists who could y’know, out blast the RED’S. So what happened?

By the late 60’s all those students were in college –and were smart enough to start questioning the countries policies- to protect against y’know the war and everything. Ever since our public officials have kept education funding a low priority ‘Cause they know a truly educated populace would like, vote their asses out of office Tout de Suite”.

Ursula Major, Asterios Polyp de David Mazzucchelli

Cita Comiquera: Neil Gaiman, sólo escriban de lo que saben

Only write what you know is very good advice. I do my best to stick to it. I wrote about gods and dreams and America because I knew about them. And I wrote about what it’s like to wander into Faerie because I knew about that. I wrote about living underneath London because I knew about that too. And I put people into the stories because I knew them: the ones with pumpkins for heads, and the serial killers with eyes for teeth, and the little chocolate people filled with raspberry cream making love, and the rest of them.

You’ve had twenty years of living, and dreaming. You probably have a fair idea of what it’s like to experience emotions, and to go places, and to do things, and to change. You’ve wondered about things you don’t know. You’ve guessed. You’ve hoped. You’ve probably lied — oddly enough, similar skills to those you’ll have used in convincing a teacher that you actually did do your homework but it was stolen by an escaped convict dressed as a nun will come in useful in writing fiction. Ditto for the skills involved in writing a passing grade essay on something you know absolutely nothing about. Relax. Fake it. Mean it.

And you don’t need to figure it all out before you start writing. You can figure it out while you’re writing. Or you can fail to figure it out; that’s allowed too.

Cita Comiquera: Action Comics 830, Lois Lane escribiendo sobre Superman

Everyday I write the book. The book of what it’s like to be married to him. The kindness. The strength. The sense of decency that radiates off him so intensely, it’s almost visible. I want the world to know about him — how he looks when he’s sleeping, how he loves blueberry pancakes, but only if the berries are fresh, not frozen..and how, sometimes, in my heart of hearts, how even I still find new mysteries in him.

Because life with Superman isn’t all blueberries and light suppers on the moon.

Sometimes it’s alien invasions and mad scientists and Kryptonite poisoning. Sometimes it’s having honest-to-gosh demons and wizards on you enemies list. And yet the only thing that really scares him, the only thing that ever slows him down is the thought of the people he loves getting hurt. And that’s the kind of heroism people should know about.

People should understand his example. The super-speed kisses goodbye, the snap of his capes as he takes to the air. People should know. And every day I write the book. Be a bestseller…never leave the charts, probably. But to be honest, and more than a little selfish, I share my beautiful husband with the world enough. And these things, these small things I cherish, and these huge fears I endure — these I’m keeping for myself for awhile.

So everyday I write the book…and every night I tear it up again.

Action Comics #830