Manifesto

Ok, this isn't really animation or art related, though one, and by one I mean me, could argue that the process of making and mantaining a zine or underground press literature is an artform itself. People like Christie Road, Aaron Cometbus, Al Burian, and many, many others, put out (as in publish, and put out the cash from their own pockets) personal zines, offering their subcultural, against-the-grain, or alternative perspectives on this tea-cup-ride known as life. And it's good. And interesting.

Then there's Manifesto. I don't even know man. This book? (Zine? Piece of fiction?) was the biggest waste of time I ever wrangled with. It is apparently an annonymous novel written by a creative collective, with no names, no publishing info, no nothing. In fact, I didn't even uncover the fact that it is actually called Manifesto until I was almost finished reading it.

Anyway, while Cometbus and Burian and the gang offer personal anecdotes, this nameless guy just complains. All that is established is that he's rich, good looking, hates the world, and loves his sister. Oh, also, he tries. Tries what? I don't know. But he reminds us constantly that he's always trying. But then he goes on to say that he doesn't do anything because f*ck the world, that's why.

Man. I don't even know. I... I can't even wrap this up. So here is a two second drawing I did of my reaction to finishing the book, while Al Burian (My drawing of his self portrait) watches, unsure what to do, but not bitching about it for the sake of bitching.

Enjoy!



PS: I'm not mad, really. It's just annoying to spend many lunch hours reading tripe, but not realizing that there's no closure or anything.

PPS: Al Burian's Burn Collector is fantastic, and makes up for everything.

See ya!