April 22nd, 2010 | photography
April 21st, 2010 | brainjuice
April 20th, 2010 | brainjuice
April 20th, 2010 | Work
On release in North America from tomorrow, and in Britain from whenever the Icelandic Sky Shit breaks up – DO ANYTHING: Jack Kirby Ripped My Flesh, a short book about comics and things.
You can still read the whole thing online in its original serial form, too.
I’m quite fond of this little book. Here’s the cover: design by Ariana Osborne, art by Jacen Burrows, published by Avatar Press. USD $5.99 or nearest local equivalent.
"…a grand tour through comics & culture as seen through a burgled robot head. The robot head of Jack Kirby lives on Warren Ellis’ desk. It knows everything and is connected to everything. You must obey the robot head of Jack Kirby.
"There are many ways to look at comics. In this book, we see the medium through the hazy android eyes of Jack Kirby (actually the stolen and repurposed head of the missing Philip K Dick robot, which Mr. Ellis confesses to swiping off the back of a plane), taking a rattling ghost-train ride through the history of comics. David Bowie, the CIA, mad architects, Will Eisner, Frank Zappa, Tintin, the designer of Skylab, a train station in Paris, Arthur C. Clarke, the circus, the Black Panther Party and William S. Burroughs: all of these things are connected by Jack Kirby, all part of the secret history of comics, and all illustrating the special nature of the medium as the place where you can do anything."
April 20th, 2010 | Work
Oh god. The trailer made it to YouTube, and people are taunting me with it. Let’s get this over with. I have, at best, a face for radio. Unfortunately, I don’t have a voice for radio. This is horrifying and I don’t want to look.
The trailer for CAPTURED GHOSTS, a forthcoming documentary about my work.
April 20th, 2010 | station ident
Good morning, scumbubbles. This is warren ellis dot com, broadcasting from Southend-on-Sea in Essex. My name’s Warren Ellis, and I write comics and books and things. And now I’m going to the pub. Selah.
April 19th, 2010 | brainjuice
April 19th, 2010 | daybook
Since Monday is rarely a good workday — it tends to get broken up by admin and emails and bits and pieces, so I don’t get the space for a good long train of thought — I’m spending a couple of hours tuning my RSS feed capture.
My RSS reading comes in three flavours. I have a desktop app, Feed Demon, that brings things to me in close to realtime. Feed Demon got subsumed into Google Reader, so, when I don’t want realtime, I can bring that up in a browser. And I have an app called Reeder for the goddamned iPhone, which is a glorious thing so long as I’m in a civilised part of the world and therefore have 3G.
I currently have 119 feeds in my capture. Today I’ll be weeding some of those out — some of the music blogs got killed by Blogger, some other sites I follow have wandered off into the tall grass or otherwise grown less interesting to me.
I am hunting the New. It’s all out there. You’ve just got to find it.
April 19th, 2010 | comics talk
…part of comics’ gift is in the pace of reaction. They sit between music and books in terms of the speed in which contemporaneous works can be brought to market or otherwise disseminated. As Paul Gravett and Peter Stanley said, more than twenty years ago, about the new photocopier technology and the emergence of an enabled and mobile small press: comics are fast fiction…
April 19th, 2010 | received goods
I write about things I like, here, in the hopes that you like them too and that they become more widely known. It’s about the attention economy and doing what’s right, rather than getting hold of boxes of swag.
I’ve written here before about the wonderful group Natural Snow Buildings. I believe I also mentioned how pissed off I was that time conspired against me and I didn’t get to see them (on the same bill as Grouper and Fennesz) recently. I don’t know them or anything. I most recently linked to their free-download album THE CENTAURI AGENT.
A box just arrived via FedEx from my book agent. It is filled with records, tapes and CDs. And on top was this note:
My day is officially made. Mehdi and Solange, thank you. That was incredibly kind.
(also, I think I just received the soundtrack for the graphic novel I’m currently writing.)