All I hear are the sounds of lightsabers.
The Dark Side is around us,
but we do serve your kind here.
When shit was real
the Sith lived in peace –
only imaginary battles.
N’hésitez pas à dénoncer auprès de l’Empire
do not hesitate to report to the Empire
the range in generations of people
falling in love with the new suit.
How much lost at the hands+
of a Jedi Princess?
There are no words to
ingest, transform, analyze
one of my all time favorites:
Así se ven los protagonistas
So the protagonists are
also still on a nerd-high
and I must ask all of you:
do or do not?
(There is no try.)
[Fragments taken from the #StarWars feed on Twitter.]
250 grams of your finest minced beef
Argentine or Scottish, either really is fine.
From the Mediterranean, 600 grams of onions
but yes, we can pretend they’re French.
400 grams of potatoes, brought over by the Spanish.
One single solitary egg, as long as it’s free range.
A pinch of guilt, for not visiting as often.
50 grams of Dutch, Turkish, English
bread left to dry and harden for days.
100 grams of Italian Parmigiano,
only the good stuff, finely grated.
Add a grandmother, telling you the story
of how they all met and mixed.
Boil the onions and potatoes,
drain them, sieve them, smooth and thick.
Soak the bread in clear water, mix it all together,
ask your dad for yesterday’s loaf,
there should be some in the drawer.
Add nutmeg, salt, pepper and oregano
a lot of it, make sure there’s a lot of it.
Knead the mixture of seamstresses and diplomats
migrants, mechanics and an emir’s daughter,
make sure everything blends together.
Now take some each
and roll it into smaller balls,
pass them in flour, turn on the flame,
douse them in virgin olive oil,
into the pan, turn up the heat, fry.
Let her know you’re visiting soon
as you wait for them to cook.
Not the covers, not the titles,
not the issues, not the hardcovers,
not the limited editions, not the trades,
not the retailer incentives, not the covers A and B,
not the crossovers, not the events,
not the retcons, not the reboots,
not the deaths, not the rebirths,
not the shock-factor, not the wow-factor,
not the cliffhangers, not the reveals,
not the frames, not the gutters,
not the pencils, not the inks,
not the colours, not the letters,
not the splash-pages, not the spreads,
not the digital, not the prints,
not the previews, not the reviews,
not the sketches, not the toys,
not the conventions, not the signings,
not the TV series, not the films.
Not art, not literature, not both.
Pas de BD, non i fumetti, no las historietas.
See, what we’re really looking for
is good stories.