lookingland: (fellas)
( Sep. 28th, 2009 10:13 am)
had trouble sitting still this weekend. painted couple of pages (really need to do more, though), scanned some stuff, rearranged a few of my books (they may start cannibalizing each other at any moment due to overcrowding), and came up with at least twenty ideas for cool things to do or make that aren't exactly on my schedule, like adapt the über-ridiculous overblown, gratuitous, slightly nauseating poem The Praesidicide for the stage.

Hylton's 6,000+ line epic poem (in the first-person voice of J.W. Booth himself) may have the dubious distinction of being the first piece of Lincoln Assassination fan fiction published (within the year of the deed ~ beating out Townsend's Katy of Catoctin by decades). if anyone knows of any literary effort on the subject published in that period, feel free to bring it to my attention ~ the more, the merrier, right?

in other Pursuance news (it's been a while since i've blogged about this temporarily dormant project), over the course of the summer i acquired yet more books on the subject for my ever-growing collection, including the prize find of a copy of George Porter's prison diary (The Surgeon in Charge). it's incredibly rare and i got it for an absolute steal ~ $15 on amazon. someone wasn't minding the store, i guess). i've only ever seen one other copy for sale and it sold for $75.

i also bought Geary's Murder of Abraham Lincoln at ComicCon. I would have got Geary to sign it (he signed my Jack the Ripper), but alas he was nowhere to be found this year.

finally, i found a cheap copy of Jampoleer's Last Lincoln Conspirator, which i still think is pretty dang solid book for being an overwritten subject.

i continue to keep my eyes peeled for a cheap copies of the various histories of the 4th Pennsylvania Cavalry (alas no luck and they seem to be getting rarer, fetching about $40-$60 a piece), as well as Arno Press's published transcript (which i've only ever seen one volume for sale ~ for $100, though someone bought it). the copy of John Wilkes Booth, Himself that i have been eying for some time also jumped in price this past year, up $85 to a whopping $375 (geh! i'm crazy, but i'm not that crazy!), and no cheap copies of Kimmel's Mad Booths of Maryland nor Bates' Lincoln in the Telegraph Office have presented themselves (the going price on each is about $60 for a decent copy). if i weren't so dang picky about the editions, i might have already bought copies of some of these things, but, well, there you have it. all too rich for anyone's blood, frankly. i paid $70 for my first copy of Doster's Lincoln and Episodes of the Civil War (and much less for the second copy), but only because it's my favorite non-fiction book ever and i still intend to be buried with it.

and yes, occasionally i buy groceries, though i confess i haven't really bought many new clothes except the occasional pair of jeans and a shirt in years. i flinch at paying more than $10 for a blouse, but waft a $20 book of my desire under my nose and it's a bargain!

and i need another bookcase so bad, but if i spend money on a bookcase, how can i buy more books???

it's all a conundrum.

"In Memory of Abraham Lincoln:
The Reward of the Just"
D. T. Weist, 1865
from Lincoln at 200

the weather is finally deciding to turn (at long last and alleluia!). of course that means my brain is kicking into high gear over a dozen projects i want to get cracking on. among these projects, i had this idea that i would really love to adapt s. weir mitchell's Summer of St. Martin into a comic form. i have blogged about this story before, and while there's nothing particularly exciting about the basic plot, the story sticks with me because it's sweet and very autumny, and so just right for the season. it also appeals to me as a challenge because it's nothing but a conversation between two people who are sitting on a bench in a forest in which the leaves are falling all around them (it's all very romantic). it would certainly give me an opportunity to work on the nuances of character expressions, etc.

like i have the time.

filed away in my "big list of graphic adaptations" are a number of horrifically complex projects. In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy remains among them ~ along with this demented fantasy i have had since a long time ago in which i am determined to do a graphic novel adaptation of the Jesuit Relations ~ which i still think would be awesome and i have all manner of ideas for it, but oh my! what an undertaking that would be!

so yeah. i don't know where mitchell falls into this. it would be a short piece (24 pages would cover it, i think), so maybe more reasonable than those larger, more ambitious projects. but still, it's not as though i don't have a ton of work already on my plate.

oh sigh. if i had millions of dollars i would hire an army of artists.

guess i better go get a lottery ticket.
oh the immensity ~ !

[crawls into a corner and dies]
lookie what i made while listening to really bad 80s music (oh Lord, i was a closet fan of Falco's "Jeannie"!). anyway, try not to think about that (i fear your harsh judgment). instead, look at the pretty logo! i figured since i just finished the Reconstruction website, i ought to use my current coding-fu to set up the In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy site (i can't believe i still have everything in a folder called "Poppet").

you will, no doubt, hear more of this as we get into April. consider yourselves forewarned.

: D

Recently I posted about a project I brought home involving the experimental restoration of 14 volumes of Harper's Monthly Magazine. As I have been working on the books, I've been perusing some of the contents. In June of 1881 an article appeared about Edwin Booth. This opening is the sort of film-worthy anecdote that makes the Booths so irresistible, so I thought I would share it.

article portion is under a cut for bigness )

p.s. the article respectfully makes no mention of that other brother.

x-posted to [livejournal.com profile] jwb1865.

It's nearly April and I haven't gotten back to In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy, which is just a crying shame. If I can't "launch" it mid-April, I will definitely at least try to be knee deep working on it then. I just ordered Steers's two new books: The Lincoln Assassination Conspirators: Their Confinement and Execution, As Recorded in the Letterbook of John Frederick Hartranft ~ (grumble grumble grind and grumble), and The Lincoln Assassination: The Evidence (less grumbling).

I'm sure they will kick me off in the right direction ~ if only out of sheer fury on the first count.

But then, this is what happens when you come up with an idea and then sit on it for two years. I will never learn.

: o p
it's taking all my willpower not to bid on this.

because owning two copies already just isn't enough.

i am so sick.

: o p

meanwhile, i have increased my weir mitchell collection by three (soon to be four) this past week, and am likewise resisting this.

edit: oh holy crap! to say nothing of this!

(and this is why i have no business on eBay. period.)
this morning i woke up thinking about how i had (oops) missed posting the Monday Millennium recap. then i realized it was thursday and boy did i ever miss it! i guess i got bogged down in other truck and deals and annoying life junk of no interest to any of you. suffice it to say, all is well in the world and despite the inhospitably cold temps recently and about of week of missing time, the month of march is rolling through with thus far record productivity.

i launched the Reconstruction site over at EpiGuide last sunday and got some excellent feedback on some of my lack of intuitive web-building. i made some changes to help the site be more user-friendly and i think it's looking pretty great. now i just need to get on the stick about creating content. i've fallen behind and am nowhere near where i wanted to be in terms of catching up to where it was the story left off three (or four?) years ago. beh.

anyway, this is completely random, but here's two recent cool articles on interesting bits of ephemera related to the man in the funny hat:

Collector: Lincoln photo uncovered in Grant album; and ~

In Lincoln's watch, mystery revealed

fun stuff ~ !

: D
lookingland: (fellas)
( Feb. 11th, 2009 07:34 am)

Tomorrow being the 200th anniversary of the man in the funny hat's birthday, I sat myself down and read something that wasn't about him getting shot (yes, it's possible to find such a book in my house, believe it or not!). This is a little book written by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews after the turn of the century called The Perfect Tribute. I believe it was originally published in 1906, but my own personal edition, a well-tanned ugly duckling, is from 1908 (and has an owner's stamp of "J. Lewis Riggles" which amuses me).

The story is not badly written, but is bad in general. It's a fictional account of Lincoln's day at Gettysburg and how insecure he feels about his pithy little speech and how no one applauds and therefore it was a complete failure. Scholars have interesting things to say about why no one applauded, but I love to read the reactions from people who actually heard the speech (which is why I really love Gettysburg Remembers President Lincoln). But this isn't a review of that book, it's a review of Andrews' fictional account, so I will leave it at her interpretation for now.

The story goes from there back to Washington where Lincoln runs headlong into a young boy in a dither over his dying brother: a Confederate prisoner who needs a will so that he can leave his property to his sweetheart and she will therefore be forced to accept it (otherwise she's too prideful). Lincoln, being a lawyer, volunteers his services and they go to the prison where he draws up the business for the bravely suffering young man. In the course of their conversation, the soldier brings up the Gettysburg speech, which is in all the papers, and he talks about how astonishing it is, blah blah blah. And of course he says that not clapping was the perfect tribute because the words were so perfect and so solemn. He talks about how he'd like to shake the President's hand, he's so dern grateful. Then the fella kicks the bucket holding Lincoln's hand, never knowing it's him.

The story works, even if it is melodrama. Its apotheosic (is that a word? I doubt it) bent is only mildly disturbing and the depiction of the two southern boys as righteous, indignant, but well-meaning is a rather dull stereotype. But in 1906 I can certainly see the appeal and I enjoyed the story despite my own prejudices.

So happy birthday, Mr. Lincoln. Enjoy your celebration year!

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The Smithsonian has an exhibit of the man in the funny hat's truck and deals in honor of the Obama-mama-man's inauguration. I'm going to (maybe not so delicately) avoid any discussion of why I think this is tacky, but I belong to a peculiar American minority that feels conflicted about sanctifying pseudo-martyrs. And Johnnie B., you were such a dumb cluck (I have to say it). Anyway...cool picture though! I can definitely appreciate a nice black frock.

And for the 187th time (and I mean it). I don't hate Abraham Lincoln. We've certainly had many many many worse presidents.

I wanted to launch the good ship In Pursuance this spring, but right now I'm pretty overwhelmed with other things. If I were more organized I could juggle everything a lot better. But the more I try to organize, the more I can't seem to find anything that I need. I recently acquired Lloyd Lewis' Myths after Lincoln and William Lee Miller's Lincoln's Virtues (they followed me home!), so it's not like I've stopped thinking on the subject. If anything, I think I have a clearer angle on how I want to tell the story and I have a solid outline of the chronology. What I really need now is to get the "scholarship" part in order. And even though this is not really a story about Lincoln, I would be less than honest if I said I wasn't concerned about being fair (my biases overriding my common sense most of the time). So I want to be careful. My original intention was to avoid the issue of Lincoln & Booth altogether. They are not what the story is about. But part of me says it's absurd to think I can get away without addressing the issue. Even if it is in the Ford Theater greenroom over a game of poker. When I look at Kate Beaton's work, I think: my God, this doesn't have to be so complicated!

So cross your fingers. I may get it together yet. But today I don't have time for this. I've got an outline for a novel I'm trying to poke into some semblance of sense.

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lookingland: (rabbit)
( Jan. 1st, 2009 08:53 am)
i hope everyone has celebrated a safe new year's eve and is starting their new year with cheer and optimism. be gentle with your resolutions if you are prone to make them: you don't want to trap yourself with obligations you can't or don't want to fulfill and find yourself grumpy and disappointed before the first quarter is even over!

for me, i've written my list of the year's goals. last year i didn't get as much done as i would have liked, but i feel more focused this year (or at least have been more recently). so i am hopeful.

in reading: last night i considered challenging myself to finish reading Quicksilver (i had said i would), but instead i read Enid Blyton's The Enchanted Wood (or at least the beginning of it). Blyton's style is rather simplistic (it's a children's book after all, and definitely a product of its time), but i am reminded of how prolific she was. she was a natural storyteller, i guess. that's something i have never been. i can weave a charming anecdote, but writing has always leaned more to the technical side for me.

i will finish Quicksilver this year at some point, but at the moment i have so many more exciting things on my night stand. you will be hearing about them along the way, no doubt.

in writing: in 2009 Reconstruction will celebrate 20 years (officially in August). i guess i ought to polish off the writing of the old thing, shouldn't i? i mean, the sequential version will keep just fine running as it is (and it is!), but the narrative text it scattered over so many places right now. this will be a year of gathering it up and trying to put it into some sort of order.

anyway, i am celebrating this milestone (and semi-resolution) with a bottle of absinthe today (because what could be more appropos?).

in writing (cont.): the last thing i wrote in 2008 was the annual Christmas story. clocking in at a little over 30 pages, it turned out rather amusing, though has a lot of rough edges and a couple of dropped threads that need to be basted back in. but i managed to write it without any pressure whatsoever of feeling like it had to be the least bit good or feeling like i had to defend it. i honestly don't think i have enjoyed something so much for a long, long time. i am hoping that this bit of liberation will free me up to be more productive in the coming year.

i haven't given up on In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy either, by the way. i am trying to figure out how to fit it into my schedule (it's going to be a tight race if i want to get it going by april). i just need to clear some other unfinished business off of my desk.

finally, The Orchard debuts today and will be posting weekly on thursdays. yay!

okay, enough potpourri from me: tell me one thing you want to try this year that you've never done before ~ and one thing you really want to focus on accomplishing!

: D
Every Christmas I can't resist buying myself at least one book that's "special" in some way: something I have maybe wanted for a while, something that seemed too exorbitant to throw money at, or something just fun or interesting.

This year's Christmas purchase is goofy, but it was cheap and I won't regret owning it. It's a copy of Otto Eisenschiml's In the Shadow of Lincoln's Death.

A little background on Eisenschiml: he was a chemist who decided to be a historian, who almost single-handedly created the "conspiracy theory" hysteria surrounding the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. His research is flawed, his narratives full of speculation and confabulation, and his theories are utterly priceless. What's more, people believed them for years! Though nowadays Eisenschiml has been relegated to a position of near-infamy in Lincoln and Booth scholarship, he's impossible to ignore in the grand scheme of contextualizing America's fascination with the assassination.

My edition is from 1940 and signed in neat blue ink: "Presented for my little friend Danny Coleman with my very best wishes, Otto Eisenschiml ~ April, 1953." It has a dust jacket, albeit a little torn (nevertheless always hard to come by with a book so old). The seller also sent me a February 1960 section of Reader's Digest which features Theodore Roscoe's The Web of Conspiracy, which is just too funny.

This book is neither rare, nor particularly valuable, but I had been wanting cheap copies of Eisenschiml's works for a long while and now I have this one and Why was Lincoln Murdered (his first book, which I found this past summer). The fact that this latest addition is signed just makes it all the more delightful.

And yes, it also reminds me that I maybe want to get In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy back on my desk in some fashion for the New Year.

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i have the weekend all to myself again ~ i could get spoiled! so even though i forgot my zip drive at work and it has my newly hatched bibliography (of seven pages!), and sundry other bits on it, i am content to let the weekend be whatever it will be, hoping to work on a little bit of this and that and see where it all takes me. no pressure.

and thank you, my lovely flist for all of your supportive comments on my posts over the last few days when i was feeling sort of low and kvetchy about the course of things. creative work is love and the course of love never runs smooth (and all that), so it's great to have peeps on the sidelines cheering away. you are all fabulous (really!)

i keep finding doodles in my notes everywhere. this one particularly caught my eye this week. i like it. i like the style of the doodles on the whole ~ they are rather cartoony. i can't draw very good likenesses (it's hard for me), so caricature is easier. dunno how recognizable some of these might be. i found one that was marked "Geissinger" and wondered to myself if i even know what Geissinger* looked like. and as easy as you think it maybe ought to be, i have yet to doodle a picture that looks anything like the tall man in the funny black hat. other characters are much easier for having distinguising traits (noses and hairstyles are the easiest to caricature).

oh! i found a great little source (with a picture!) of Hartranft's 16 year-old fifer/clerk, Alfred Gibson. it's not extensive, but he offers some pretty funny tidbits about his experience at the Arsenal annoying the staff, telling Grant to put out his pipe during the trial, etc. Some great little details. dunno how i had managed to overlook this one before.

always excited to find something new!

more tomorrow (i know you can't wait). meanwhile, i hope everyone is having a great friday night!

: D

* edit: oh duhhh, of course i do (he's the light-haired young guy, standing, fourth from the right). and curiously, the doodle in question (which i am not posting) actually does look like him ~ ha!
in a bid to unearth the most impossibly obscure documents ever summoned at this particular liberry, i am attempting to get my hands on this little bit of bizarre (innerliberry loan has been good to me so far!). it would be very interesting just in terms of asylum care in the 1880s, let alone that mitchell and hartranft were on the commission that slopped it together. prolly dry as coprolite, but hey, i've read weirder/worse.

exhibit A:

Hartranft, John F., Richard C. McMurtrie, Joseph A. Reed, S. Weir Mitchell, Joseph T. Rothrock, L. Clarke Davis, and George L. Harrison. Report from the Commission to Examine into the Present System for the Care of the Insane of the State, etc. Philadelphia: The Commission, 1883.
it would have never even occurred to me in a million years, in spite of the fact that both of these men are pennsylvanians, that they would ever be on a commission for anything together.

i have not pursued much on the matter of hartranft's post-gubernatorial position as a warden for crazy people. it's sort of out of the range of my interest in hartranft. but i might get interested. especially since steers is ruining my other angles (kidding).

for my own amusement, this is an insane asylum
from Mr. Hanty's hometown.
i don't believe he ever worked here.
it's been a long while since i updated the condition of my desk. probably because there's not much to show and tell. the same projects have been sitting, sort of flitting, around the desktop for the last month with scarcely a breeze to disturb them. it's gotten to the point where, unsure of exactly what's on the desk in its piles, i'd just as soon not disturb it (i may not like what i find).

for example, this sketch below of Reverdy Johnson explaining the lazy way to make panels for comics. on a scale of 1-10 of weirdness, i'm pretty sure this rates a 10 (at least!). put in context of the overall conspiracy pile on the desk, however, it brings it down to about a 6. still, sometimes i find things among my own dreck that amuse me and this definitely ranks.

the panel next to it is Colonel Bolton and General Hartranft from a series of sketches i made testing out a pen. there's a note on the page that says something about Bolton having a nightmare about looking for his teeth (which he lost when he was shot in the face in battle). it sounds like a great idea that i had, but sadly can't remember the exact context. i am hoping that somewhere in my pile is some note that explains what i was getting at.

even though these sketches are just toss-off jibberish, i actually like them. i certainly have a lot more confidence in the pen strokes when i'm not the least bit serious about what i am drawing.

: o p

happy sunday, all!

p.s. i finally made a "desk" tag. that only took me forever.
you know that sense: stuck in deep waters and going nowhere fast?

i keep meaning to update this journal with interesting things on days when it isn't an update day for Reconstruction, but it never seems to happen.

i guess it's because i'm fairly busy and don't have much to share. and i'm out of the habit of writing blog posts. it was easy to ramble endlessly about the assassination project because there was always some new resource to talk about and it never bothered me to blither on the subject because i don't feel proprietary about the material ~ it's history. my other writing projects, i feel proprietary about, so i'm less inclined to discuss them.

part of it too, is that i'm just not the least bit sure what i am doing with any of it. like all of my other online ventures, the Reconstruction webcomic amuses me. it gives me a chance to doodle, play with the paints, etc. but i don't think of it as "serious" work. or that it's going anywhere. this has to be evident in the fact that i approached the endeavor without any really organized thought as to how to make it work, etc. just sort of jumped in willy-nilly.

hard to un-willy-nilly something that's off to a haphazard start. and that leaves me, as usual, feeling rudderless. i have such a sense of what i want to do with my time and my creative energies, but i can't for the life of me get into a rhythm with any of it.

the picture of the day is a bit of romance, i suppose. i love the detail of it. i found it in a gallery of [livejournal.com profile] felaries65's which was posted to [livejournal.com profile] victorianlife. i've been thinking a lot about 19th century clothing lately. i had meant to do a lot of paper dolls this year, but haven't really accomplished that.

clearly i need to get back on some sort of schedule. my creative life is such a derailment, it seems. hence, this aimless post.

: o p
it's finally happened. i have completely lost control of my desk. last night i sat down to work on Reconstruction and couldn't comfortably angle the clipboard in a way that made painting easy. of course, instead of clearing the desk, i just forced myself to make do. because God forbid i disturb the tower of i don't know what. and that's the worst part of it. i'm not even entirely sure what's in those piles at this point. a lot of photocopies, i think, and notes, and scanned microfilm. last night i was trying to baste together reconstructed pages of the Evening Star from 1865. and of course i did the scans wrong, so i am missing two lines in the middle of the pages (argh!). fortunately i still have the microfilm reel, so i can write in the missing lines tonight or tomorrow (but i am such an idiot).

i'm glad i went to the trouble of ordering this newspaper for a couple of reasons: it's the local paper for crying outloud! what was i thinking for blowing it off originally? and also, it's given me a few interesting new tidbits to work with (one description of sam arnold's father crying in the courtroom was rather heartbreaking).

i was really tempted to include a bunch of random local news things in my outline, but restrained myself (fascinating as they were), given that the monstrousness of this project is already too much for even me to handle at this point.

the good news is that this desk will be completely wiped clean this weekend. i've got the summer projects moving in (for the Here there Be Monsters press) and so everything is getting put on hold until late July. well, by "everything", i really mean In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy, which means i can get most of this stuff off my desk until then. this is not the way i wanted to do it, but life has a way of dictating the priorities. i have to write Issue No. 5 of Eleison in the coming week (yikes). thankfully i have a story in mind. just have to commit it to paper now.

in painting: Reconstruction shouldn't suffer for the schedule change (i hope). i'm a little bit behind, but the style change is gradually making it easier. i also have something more like a draft to work from (instead of winging it like i was doing for several pages there ~ shouldn't have done that, but oh well, it's all a learning process).

new projects: ooo exciting ~ my brother and i are going to launch a webcomic of some sort in late June/July hopefully. i want to title it The Orchard, but that sounds so prosaic given the subject matter. this will be an online exclusive about Death, War, and Bacon (for those of you who aren't familiar with my obsession with war and breakfast, please see Grantcakes). it will star Death, a soldier, and a pig (right?), and will likely be a meditation on themes familiar in my work for those who know it (fidelity, honor, and estrangement chief among them). stay tuned for more details!

in reading: book updates later. this post is already long and jumbled!
lookingland: (fellas)
( Apr. 29th, 2008 02:21 pm)
just ain't updating like she use to...i've been busy elsewhere, i s'pose. and inattentive to my flist (geh ~ sorry).

yesterday, i got in the mail a cheap copy of Eisenschiml's Why was Lincoln Murdered? i didn't want a paperback reprint and i didn't want to pay $20-30 for it, so i found a copy on eBay for $4 which was great. of course, it's what $4 will get you in an Eisenschiml these days. it's about as good as my copy of Weichmann's drivel, which is to say it's a readable piece of junk that's still all in one piece but wouldn't win any beauty prizes. that's about what i need. Eisenchiml is, sadly, almost relegated to the same fire-pile as Gutteridge these days, but given that it is the grandfather of all conspiracy theories, i think it's worth reading. i have a soft spot, too, for it, because i am pretty sure it's one of the first Lincoln conspiracy books i ever read (hopelessly warping my perceptions for many years, alas). as Burkhimer says in 100 Essential Lincoln Books: Eisenschiml "is both influential and incredibly bad at the same time." what's not to love?

unfortunately, it's not in the public domain, so i can't just cannibalize it like a lot of other sources i am using. but i am considering creating a hysterical conspiracy theorist-historian character to wreck havoc in the meta-theatrical layer of the world i am trying to create (based on Eisenschiml and maybe one or two other serious fruit loops). he can hang out and play poker with Washington in Carrera.

"The past is so often unknowable
not because it is befogged now
but because it was befogged then, too,
back when it was still the present.
If we had been there listening,
we still might not have been able
to determine exactly what Stanton said.
All we know for sure is that
everyone was weeping,
and the room was full."

meanwhile, here's a great article about Czar NastyOwlFace's epitaph at Lincoln's deathbed from the New Yorker Angels and Ages: Lincoln’s language and its legacy by Adam Gopnik. this is for those of you obsessed with the sort of minutiae that makes history so bizarrely compelling.
i am way behind. yesterday had a near-death dog emergency (she's looking better today; i have her on a home hydrator catheter thing. if i can get her to start eating in another day or so, she just may pull through). needless to say this has occupied mt every waking thought (and most of my attempted sleeping ones as well). so i am groggy and out of it and i haven't read my flist for two days except a brief scroll through yesterday morning, for which i apologize. i will try to get to it today.

meanwhile, it's update day at Reconstruction (and there goes the last of my buffer, so it's going to be an interesting weekend ~ geh).

here follows some assassination trial nonsense mostly for my own record-keeping, but if you want to read my blithering, feel free! )

today's picture is another mugshot. this is George Azerodt's cousin, Hartman Richter, who was arrested with him after the assassination. Richter spent a good spell in the Arsenal prison and Hartranft seems to have shuttled him around quite a bit and wrote numerous letters to Hancock saying: this guy's not on trial, can we take off his constraints? etc.

scores of people like Richter, Celestino (a "known" spy), Willie Jett, most everybody who worked at Ford's Theatre, for example, and all of Booth's brothers (they would have arrested his sister Asia as well, but she was too pregnant, so they put her under house arrest) were "apprehended" shortly after the assassination and held without charges (just on suspicion) for far too long for it to be Constitutionally legal. but the government gets to make up new rules in such cases, apparently.

sound familiar?

: o p
i have been contemplating the wonder that is Edwin Forrest's hair. mostly because, in an era sans mousse and hair gel and various other "product", it is quite the tower of achievement.

also because it's more interesting than anything i have going on personally. don't believe me? take a look for yourself!

anyway, here's the deal. i started out the new year making a big important proclamation to the effect that i would not be making any big important proclamations this year: that i would just stick to my guns, go with the flow, and finish something, even if it was, to my thinking, mediocre.

but oh what a foolish wretched mortal i am. the intensity with which i have been focused on In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy has once again burned me to a crispy soulless husk. i made definite progress with it, but it's clear by the way i have stalled out since last week that i cannot get much farther at the moment. it's just too many details to try to keep track of for my wee, atrophying brain. every time i read the transcripts, i just get dizzy at the thought of trying to adapt them. so much so that i actually considered saying: ah screw it, i won't try to shape anything out of it, i'll just take Poore's transcript and use it entirely (yeah, all 1200 pages of it). immediately upon which one of my few remaining lively synapses sporked itself to death in desperate, horrified protest.

so you can see why Edwin Forrest's hair is so phenomenally interesting. no?

well here's the deal (always a deal, right?): i don't feel like i can quit with everything i have going on right now. Reconstruction updates today (it being monday and all), and i have about two weeks worth of pages left on the buffer before i run out (gah!). i have had a mighty battle this weekend with trying to decide whether to press on with it (at least to finish this one section), but it seems a long way to go ~ and it is. so i haven't made any decisions about it. what may happen is that i switch the style of the artwork midway through (to the annoyance of all). having written the dang thing about 80 times now, i wonder at the wisdom of rewriting it and adapting it into a new medium like this. it may well be the definition of crazy.

i leave you with death in cavalry boots, contemplating the absurdity of it all. my brother drew this last night because he wanted to draw death being contemplative and i said: put boots on him.

so there you have it. i love his knobby knees.

lookingland: (reconstruction)
( Apr. 3rd, 2008 07:48 am)
ughhh ~ i'm just not very focused right now, sorry.
so you get another update, at Reconstruction, and some incoherent babbling from me about nothing in particular.

i started scripting In Pursuance on April Fools day and it's proceeding in fits and starts. the good news is that it moves well from scene to scene. the bad news is that this script is losing a lot of the narrative and i can't really think of interesting visual ways to keep that stuff at the moment. that's a bit frustrating, but i guess i can't hope to include every crumb of detail that i would like to.

i will try to make a real post later. my lj account expires today, so well shall see what becomes of this.

: D