Sunday, December 19, 2010
Let a hundred flowers bloom, a hundred schools of snark contend
The above picture is an excellent example of how we like to do things in our graphic novel version of Lewis Carroll's The Hunting of the Snark.
Your eyes do not deceive you. That is Karl Marx on all fours. He is imprisoned in a circus cage. He is impersonating the Banker in Carroll's verse epic.
Why? Do I really need a reason why? Must I explain to you the obvious correlation between Marxism and Carrollian Nonsense?
Do I really have to spell out to you the irresistibly sensuous appeal of an overweight German philosopher romping about on all fours?
But I have a further confession to make; the above picture is the least of the indignities that Karl Marx will suffer in the course of my Snark.
For one thing, he's not wearing any underwear in this drawing. And for the other … well, you'll have to check out my full-blown explanation at MobyLives.
NB. I think someone's instigated a global, internet reading-aloud of the entire Snark. As susual, I'm a bit confused about it, but it looks like fun!