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Batman: “Now I Know I’m Home Again”

Thursday, August 4th, 2011

In this Silver Age story titled “The Batman Nobody Remembered” from World’s Finest #163 (Sept 1963) Batman is piloting the Bat-plane back through a terrible storm and is inexplicably tranported to a parallel Earth (and not Earth 2). Remember, even when there were explanations in Silver Age stories they rarely made sense. On this familiar yet very strange Earth, Batman didn’t exist, Bruce Wayne resembled CLark Kent with Superman as his alter ego, the Joker was a famous comedian, and Lois Lane had assumed Vicki Vale’s place. Also, there’s a giant bowl advertising “Joe’s Lobster for Fine Seafood” atop a restaurant that Superman uses as a prop to put out a fire and a giant roller skate. Just one because Batman only needs one to defeat the villain named Red Raven. Isn’t it sad hat trees have been for?

Random SOTI Quote For 7/24

Sunday, July 24th, 2011

“Jungle, horror, and interplanetary comics are also crime comics of a special kind. Jungle comics specialize in torture, bloodshed, and lust in an exotic setting. Daggers, claws, guns, wild animals, ell or over developed girls in bassieres and as a little else as possible, dark ‘natives,’ fires, stakes, posts, chains, ropes, big chested and heavily muscled Nordic he-men dominate the stage. They contain such details as one girl squirting fiery ‘radium dust’ on the protruding breasts of another girl (“I think I’ve discovered your Achilles’ heel, chum!”); white men banging natives around; a close up vie of the branded breast of a girl; a girl about to be blinded.”

Let Me Soothe You, Batman

Sunday, July 24th, 2011

The closing panel to the adventure of the double dynamic duos of Batman and Robin and Batwoman and Bat-Girl from Batman #159′s Clayface Joker feud story.

Hold Me, Batman

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

Here’s a panel from a Silver Age Batwoman appearance. The story in question is “The great Clayface-Joker Fued” from Batman #159 Nov 1963. Kate Kane has come a long way, baby!

SOTI Quote For 7/21

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

“At the end of 1948 th 60 million comic books a month were split up between over 400 comic book titles of assorted types. All through 1948 the trend of the industry was toard crime comics. Ecperts of the industry were busy explaining to credulous parents that the industry was only giving to children what they needed and wanted, the scenes of crime and sadism were necessary for them, even good for them, and that they industry was only supplying a demand. But in the meantime my advice to parents had begun to take at least some old. They had begun to look into crime comic books, and different groups and local authorities started to contemplate, announce, attempt – and even to take – steps.”

Random SOTI Quote For 7/13

Wednesday, July 13th, 2011

Here is a random quote from Frederic Wertham’s infamous Seduction of the Innocent. It’s from chapter one, titled: “Such Trivia as Comic Books”.

“As our work went on we established the basic ingredients of the most numerous and widely read comics books: violence; sadism; and cruelty; the superman philosophy, an offshoot of Nietzsche’s superman who said, ‘When you go to women, don’t forget the whip.’ We also found that what seemed at first a problem in child psychology had much wider implications. Why does our civilization give to the child not its best but its worst in, in paper, in language, in art, in ideas? What is the social meaning of these supermen, superwomen, super-lovers, superboys, supergirls, super-ducks, super-mice, super-magicians, super-safecrackers? How did Nietzsche get into the nursery?”

 

Marcus Bachmann & My Gay Barbarian Connection

Wednesday, July 6th, 2011

I suppose I must be the last person to learn about the latest insult in the ongoing culture war with Marcus Bachmann’s (therapist husband to Republican/ Tea Party Senator and Presidential wannabe Michel Bachmann) blunt comments about gays being barbarians who need discipline. And you’ve probably read the reactions that erupted all over the Internet. But in case you haven’t, go here, here, here, here, and, oh, here for a sampling or pick from a Google search . And there’s the video clip below too. Now what I want to know is since Michele is all about limiting federal spending and cutting earmarks, when will Mr. Bachmann return the federal funds his clinic received?

Sigh! Debasing and dehumanizing other people, individually or as groups, is such a typical tactic. Unfortunately, it isn’t limited to people who hate the gays, but that’s another matter. After I got past my initial reactions ( “WTF?” and “girl, you did not go there!”) I realized that there was a a small connection in my own life. Now, I think I’m at least as civilized as Mr. Bachmann is. Back in the early 1970s, the days of my youth and the onset of puberty, Marvel published a Conan comic adapted and written by Roy Thomas and drawn by Barry Windsor-Smith. Superhero books were my mainstay since my intro to comics a few years before, but Conan was something very different. No capes, no powers, no satellite headquarters or butlers and sidekicks. Just a man, his wits, whatever weapon he could get his hands on, and a loin cloth. Well, there was a little more. Nipples! Smith was the first artist my young eyes had encountered who drew bare chested men with nipples! This simple artistic act, which in light of the Comics Code probably wasn’t so easy to do, flipped a switch in my interior world where I’d been having crushes on several Legion lads, Bruce Lee’s Kato in Green Hornet, and Sulu and Chekov, and took it to another level. I still hadn’t reached the point of sexual fantasies, but in my mind I’d made the leap from school boy crush to a little more understanding of the depth of my attraction to males. My interest in Conan wavered after Smith’s departure, but the impression Smith made on me still lasts.

No where’s a barbarian strutting around in a loin cloth when you want one?

“We have to understand: Barbarians need to be educated,” Bachmann says in the clip. “They need to be disciplined. Just because someone feels it or thinks it doesn’t mean that we are supposed to go down that road. That’s what is called the sinful nature. We have a responsibility as parents and as authority figures not to encourage such thoughts and feelings from moving into the action steps. …

“And let’s face it: what is our culture, what is our public education system doing today? They are giving full, wide-open doors to children, not only giving encouragement to think it but to encourage action steps. That’s why when we understand what truly is the percentage of homosexuals in this country, it is small. But by these open doors, I can see and we are experiencing, that it is starting to increase.”

Now let me be clear, mister! If you try to discipline me, it’ll be you who gets turned over my knee and your ass spanked.

Minor & Personal Musings On Change

Thursday, June 9th, 2011

Last week much of the comics world was dominated by the news of DC’s planned relaunch and the subsequent reactions of its readers. To say that shocked was one of the most common reactions is an example of the proverbial understatement. The more rumors started to become fact last Wednesday for the comics reading public (apparently retailers were aware of changes on Tuesday, at least my shop guy was) the more it seemed that I was experiencing disbelief and and a feeling that was creeping toward anger. After a few hours and some distractions I decided to try to reach some objectivity.

In all the decades that  comics have been one of my primary interests and passions there have been times of dissatisfaction for me. The source of this was quite often  a change in  an artist or writer with a favorite character (or sometimes that there wasn’t a change). Less frequently a change of direction was involved. As a example, I’ve read comments from a few Wonder Woman readers who expressed their love of the story in which Wonder Woman underwent trials to re-join the Justice League. I remember reading those comics at the time and hating them both for the art and the insipid handling of what is supposed to be an iconic character in its own right. Other times  my interest in a character had waned, but I was too hooked into the stereotypical completist mindset to stop reading the comic(s) in question, and either save my money or try different comics. A few years ago as my collection, now 44 years old this summer, was rapidly taking up more and more space I began to break this mentality with baby steps: selling or giving away odd and ends, dropping a comic here and there from  my pull list, and as a result of those decisions I started to find some measure of more enjoyment in reading the remaining comics. It lasted till about a year ago and my lack of happiness manifested itself again at least once a month as I looked through Previews. It wasn’t just DC, though it has been my publisher fix of choice for longer than you care to know.

The simple truth for me is that during the past few months I had begun wondering how many mainstream comics I’d be reading come this winter. Two comics that really had my interest weren’t even published yet, Batwoman and Static Shock, and they’d both been pushed back under vague circumstances that frustrated me. Wildstorm and its series had vanished, though the stories and characters had languished. Sure Jim Lee had said the characters would return some day — that’s one of the cliches in comics, unless the character is LGBT — but it was easy for me to get the impression that DC was systematically shutting itself down all the while Marvel seemed to do the opposite. It seems Jim Lee was speaking as openly as possible at the time now that there has been news of various Wildstorm characters with either new solo or team books  seems he was speaking as openly Speaking of Marvel, two of the few books I enjoyed, Runaways and Guardians of the Galaxy, were canceled some time ago. When DC recently canceled a number of comics my pull list shrank even more and I wasn’t feeling compelled much at all to “reinvest” the money in other comics.

Then came that damned news from DC. That news that had me mentally saying “What the hell! How could they do this?” By “super compressing” the seven stages of grief process, aided by the numerous new comics teased in following press releases, I think I’m past my feelings of anger and abandonment. A good number of them are piquing my interest and a fair few aren’t. Hawk and Dove is One of those that won’t get my money because of Rob Liefeld’s involvement. His art style isn’t to my liking and my personal opinion of the man, based on his comments about Shatterstar being gay (read here and here), is that he’s an ass. And Mr. Liefeld, should you read this, you can think likewise of me if you want. I promise my feelings won’t be hurt. I digress.

I’m happy now to see Batwoman, Static Shock, and Midnighter and Apollo, presumably still gay and a couple, on the list of new releases. And other LGBT characters like Obsidian and Mikaal Tomas? Too soon to tell though I’ll guess that Mikaal at least is shuffled off to limbo. On the other hand, I have a theory that Obsidian is somehow the catalyst for Eclipso to vanquish the heroes fighting on the moon, providing him the opportunity to bring down the curtain on DC’s universe as we’ve known it. Like many readers, I will miss Oracle as the strong role model into which she was made. The importance of a character who has refashioned herself and doesn’t accept ableist social limitations or define herself by those limits can’t be stressed enough. I trust Gail Simone’s ability as a writer, as well as her empathy for characters. Even so, I think DC is making a serious mistake if Oracle is undone and not a part of the new universe. Gail Simone and Jill Pantozzi, who writes for the Newsarama blog had a frank discussion about this change that was posted after I took a break in writing today. You can read it here, and you should if you have any interest in Oracle or Batgirl.

There has been a lot of unhappy comments from fans about what little is known of the changes. Certain costume designs or tweaks come to mind, and some of the choices do indeed seem questionable to me. I could spend time making a list of points that I’ve read concern expressed over, and as valid as I think those opinions are, I’m trying not to be influenced by them. There just isn’t enough information yet for me to form a solid opinion. Pictures may say a thousand words, but often those words are up to the viewer’s interpretation. As things are right now, the relaunch isn’t a jumping off point for me as I wondered it might be. Not that I’m blindly buying into this massive change; that would’ve been the old completist me. Rather, I see this as an excuse to re-examine my relationship with comics, not to wholesale dump them, but to be more discerning in choosing the stories that I feed my to my imagination and as importantly, why.

Alpha Flight: Following The Northstar

Sunday, May 22nd, 2011

By Dyl Martinez

An overview of the new #0.1 preceded by a brief retrospective of the team book that brought us comics’ most famous gay character.

A kiss, a rescue & cohabitation; all in store for Northstar and his established long-term boyfriend in this first issue of a new volume of Alpha Flight. We also see a return of all the other classic Alphas barring the pocket bear Puck; but first a bit of history for those of you not so familiar with the Canadian super team or their book.

Note: Please scroll down to the New Beginnings section if you want to get right to the sections discussing Jean-Paul and Kyle.

The birth of a dream

Mystery, mysticism and lives worthy of any TV soap opera were the raison d’être for Alpha Flight of old. The first incarnation spun off from a Wolverine back-story in Uncanny X-Men #120 from 1979 and was created by the much-admired John Byrne. It lasted 130 issues from 1983 to 1994 and introduced us to a number of staple characters in the lives of a super team managed by a secretive Canadian government department “H” tasked with protecting the country from paranormal and super-powered enemies. We had the upstanding and rigid Guardian, his friendly wife and team engineer Heather who later became Vindicator, the mystical and world-weary Shaman, the shapeshifting demigoddess Snowbird, a fun-loving scientist in Sasquatch, and the flying speedster twins Northstar and Aurora. To this roster from the X-men issues Byrne added, in the first issue proper, the aquatic alien Marrina and the diminutive bearish acrobat Puck.

That first volume is the classic which most Alpha Flight fans hark back to filled with drama and ripping yarns. If you’ve never read those I do recommend them; those of you like me with a penchant for the bizarre served with a slice of boreal mysticism and whiff of S&M may get a kick out of classic villains like the Dreamqueen, run-ins with the X-Men or the various spirits and other maniacs the team face off with. It also includes Northstar’s coming out in Alpha Flight #106.

Apart from the classic team members others worth mentioning might include Madison Jeffries who if you’ve been reading the X-Men recently will know as a member of the X-Club and his ex Diamond Lil who was recently murdered by Dazzler’s sister. As I said; just like Dallas or Dynasty.

Then in 1997 came a second volume that only lasted 20 issues to 1999 and centred mostly on some new characters with only a couple from the original team; it dealt with some shenanigans in the workings of department “H” and possibly got bogged down in intrigue rather than giving the fans an equal measure of action.

Reinvention continued in volume three which only involved Sasquatch from the classic line-up. I actually enjoyed this tongue-in-cheek interpretation but even with guest appearances by all the classic Alphas it failed to get past 12 issues running from 2004 to 2005.

Death of Heroes

The ultimate insult to Alpha Flight fans came in 2006’s New Avengers #16; half of the classic team (Guardian, Vindicator, Shaman, Puck) were killed at the hands of an out-of-control mutant called The Collective. There was a huge outcry from fans which was only made worse when some Marvel writers began to refer to any senseless deaths in comics as ‘doing an Alpha Flight’.

In order to appease fans 2007 came with a 5-part miniseries entitled Omega Flight that included two former Alphas (Sasquatch and Talisman) and a handful of Americans! That short-lived team soon fell apart.

The lives of the remaining living teammates were full of more soap opera fabulousness. Marrina, wife of Namor the Submariner, was driven insane by Norman Osborn (yes, the Green Goblin) during the Dark Reign crossover and her estranged husband was forced to kill her in order to protect the X-Men. Snowbird meanwhile had a fling with Hercules (during her stint in the God Squad – yes really!), Northstar joined the X-Men (for a second time, after being brainwashed and dying) and Aurora had therapy (with a delightful appearance in Dark X-Men: The Beginning after the same brainwashing as her brother).

Then came Chaos War, a major cross-over centring on Hercules that gave Marvel the chance to visit a variety of pantheons and related constructs. Most of our deceased Alphas (Guardian, Vindicator, Shaman, Marrina) joined their living ex teammates in the Chaos War: Alpha Flight one-shot, the upshot of which meant all of them bring brought back to life as a gift from the gods.

Our remaining deceased Alpha, Puck, was last seen in 2011 in a Wolverine storyline helping his old mucker escape from hell, literally; everything points to his impending resurrection in the next few weeks.

Which brings us to the present. Alpha Flight 0.1 represents a jumping on point for new readers of the Canadian super team in the ‘point one’ tradition promoted this last year by Marvel, as well as giving long-term fans a brand new chance to enjoy their heroes in this 8-issue maxi series.

New Beginnings

The story in #0.1 begins with a loss of electricity across the whole of Quebec. We get to see our heroes respond to a summons to deal with the threat at the dam and in doing so we have a lovely series of vignettes into the every day lives of our protagonists. I don’t wish to spoil the storyline so I will avoid too many details, but Pak  & Van Lente have done their research on the characters and their personalities and reactions shine through brilliantly and are spot-on with their classic portrayals from Byrne’s era, augmented by an updated cynicism and edginess which was a joy to read. The art from Ben Oliver et al is crisp and works well with the story giving appropriate hints of nostalgia and realising an obvious affection for the characters.

Our villains of the piece are the armoured terrorist Citadel and a certain young purple lady who Alpha Flight fans will be overjoyed to see again. Interestingly, and intriguingly for the future of the story, there are hints that something is not right in the state of Canada and our felons may not be quite as felonious as it seems…

Of particular interest to this forum is the appearance of Northstar and his boyfriend Kyle.

Introducing Kyle

Kyle was first seen in Uncanny X-Men #508 when Northstar was most recently recruited into the X-Men. Wolverine visits Canada in order to recruit Jean Paul into the team. We get a cameo from Aurora who we find out is running his extreme wintersports organisation called Team Northstar. Jean Paul argues he’s not interested in being the X-Men’s gay mascot and Wolverine admits a gay teammate would be good for the X-Men’s PR, but they’re desperate for a speedster as they were recently defeated by a “twenty year-old kid on a Ducati bike”. We see some friendly teasing between Northstar, his then unnamed companion and Wolverine as they discuss the idea before Northstar acquiesces.

Kyle reappears in Nation X #2 in a story entitled “LDR” which explores Northstar’s difficulty in keeping a work/life balance; not only does he have to keep his personal life on track in the face of challenges to his new base of operations with the X-Men in San Francisco Bay, he also needs to deal with a long distance relationship as Kyle is still living back in Canada. That story was the first time we have Northstar being truly affectionate with anyone in the character’s long history rather than his usual portrayal as an arrogant prima donna. We see Kyle having a good relationship with Northstar’s sister and the culture shock of experiencing first hand the day to day lifestyle of a superhero when he takes a vacation to visit Northstar in the X-Men’s base. We have some scenes in a bedroom (as opposed to bedroom scenes) and lots of hugging. The closing shot of the pair holding hands and Northstar promising to visit Kyle in Canada rather than subjecting him to the madness of the X-Men boded well for their story to continue.

Back to the New Beginning

And thankfully continue it does in Alpha Flight #0.1 with Northstar and Kyle together in their hideaway apartment in Montreal as Northstar responds to a summons for aid. We have a sweet exchange between the pair followed by Kyle being adamant in joining his other half in the fray in order to fulfil his job as PR rep for Northstar & Aurora’s company.

Interestingly we find out that Northstar has refused to rejoin Alpha Flight due to issues with department “H” when he has a meeting with Guardian on the way to the incident; a barb at corporate largesse and a questioning of Alpha Flight’s mandate ties in well with his recent X-Men membership and their disillusionment and distrust of the world at large after mutants have been virtually exterminated.

Inevitably Kyle is embroiled in the incident and Northstar makes a comment to Guardian to take care in vanquishing their foe as Kyle would be caught up in the crossfire. While the remark was of course unnecessary as Guardian would naturally be careful with any civilians being involved, it nevertheless added a bit more realism and gave us a further clue if we needed it that Northstar’s relationship with Kyle is much more than just a fling.

Later as Alpha Flight celebrate their victory Northstar is significantly missing as the team poses for photographs. We find him at the disaster scene looking for Kyle amongst the casualties. Their reunion is wonderfully apt. As a parting note, Northstar’s throwaway line of not caring about politics and forgetting to vote in the election does not harbour a peaceful time for Canada’s superheroes in the issues to come.

I for one can’t wait for issue #1 to find out what’s going on and how this affects Northstar, how we get Puck back on board, why Marrina has become oddly xenophobic and, reading the teasers for this storyline, who the traitor is in their midst…..

Alpha Flight #0.1 is out now and Alpha Flight #1 is released on 15th June 2011.

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The Teiresias Wars

Saturday, May 21st, 2011

By Joe Palmer

I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,

Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see

At the violet hour, the evening hour that

strives Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,

I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs,

Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—

I too awaited the expected guest.

He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,

T S Eliot, The Waste Land

It seems fitting to open an essay about this story written by Rachel Pollack for the Doom Patrol (issues 75 – 79 from the 1990s) with lines from T S Eliot’s poem “The Waste Land.”  Eliot incorporated the mythical Greek prophet Tiresias as a voice in his epic just as Pollack does in her five-part story. Variations of the story give different reasons for this priest of Zeus being blinded. Some accounts say he revealed the secrets of the gods while others say that he caught Athena bathing naked. Poor Teiresias would run afoul of the gods again when he came upon a pair of copulating snakes: “When both attacked him, he struck at them with his staff, killing the female. Immediately he was turned into a woman, and became a celebrated harlot; but seven years later he happened to see the same sight again at the same spot, and this time regained his manhood by killing the male serpent.” I like to believe that prostitute in this case refers to the sacred prostitution conducted in temples as fertility rites and offerings.  Some accounts tell that the prophet was also a priestess for Hera, married and had children. I’ll return to the importance of the blind prophet to Pollack’s story later.

The layers of Pollack’s “The Teiresias Wars” both escaped and perplexed me upon my first reading. The story seemed especially dense with concepts of which I could only stumblingly skate upon the surface of, not unlike my attempts to read James Joyce’s Ulysses. Unlike the Irish author’s masterwork, I at least finished Teiresias Wars. It was then forgotten until researching Pollack’s character Coagula and set aside again with the mental note to come back to the story another time.

To be truthful, I think fully decoding and uncovering the layers of myth and symbolism layered in Pollack’s story still eludes me. What I have managed to uncover and begin to understand is fascinating. While this story arc is titled “The Teiresias Wars”, Pollack’s use of the concepts, imagery, and characters began in her first issue as writer in Doom Patrol #64 and continued to be part of the subplot through #66.

The basic theme behind Pollack’s use of the Teiresiae and the Builders, as they will later proclaim themselves, is the exploration of gender and the notion of rigid categories of things derived from a grammar-based language and their effects on human perceptions and choices.  By their very natures these two groups are opposing forces. The Teiresiae are anthropomorphic beings whose ability to change forms at will is modeled on the myth of the blind poet Teiresias. At some point in the mythic past, a curious Teiresias experimented with the novel idea of language based on grammar, thus creating names, labels, categories, the idea of opposites leading to a dichotomous world, and worst of all, trapping things in one form. From this development, Pollack recounts, the first war between the two factions arose which resulted in a truce with the Builders going into an eons-spanning sleep and the Teiresiae exiling themselves to a place beyond mortal reckoning.  Pollack uses the character of Dorothy Spinner to introduce the shape changers into her story by having Dorothy manifest them as archetypal shamanic figures inspired by African imagery. Their forms are draped with snakes and they speak in a poetic, grammar-defying language. As noted below, snakes are a powerful symbol of regeneration and magic for their ability to shed and grow new skins. Several other uses of snakes appear throughout the issue as well.

Pollack’s theme becomes increasingly more evident and ominous with the following issue. Public address systems spontaneously appear to declare, “This is your book, your book.” Strange beings with sigil-like heads manifest. A pair of entangled snakes appears in the crystal ball of a stereotypical fortuneteller, a sign in whose window reads: “One who delights in signs” – the very meaning of the Teiresias. A burst of energy emanates from the snakes to transform the female seer and her male client into the opposite genders. An older man sits in his government office. He briefs an unknown man about the strange occurrences, claiming that the Doom Patrol can’t be called in to fix the problem, as they may very well be a part of it. A few pages later, the same man, now clearly a general by his uniform, stands before a backdrop of red and white snakes writhing in distinct bands to symbolize the stripes of the American flag to deliver a speech to a crowd of faceless men wearing only workman belts stuffed with tools.  The general’s war cry: “A serpent outbreak has occurred in the world above. Mealy-mouthed prophecies, slippery perversions of everything decent. Sexual shedding. Are we going to allow this to happen?” Of course not or there wouldn’t be a story and a reason to bring the Doom Patrol into the crux of it all. The last page cliffhanger shows several of these “soldiers” breaching the superhero social outcasts’ quarters.

While the Doom Patrol is defending itself from attack bizarre events continue unimpeded. People drawn out of curiosity to investigate the carcass of a giant swine (it fell out of the sky last issue and I’ve yet to decode its meaning unless it has to do with animal sacrifice) spontaneously begin to change form and speak in long dead languages. The African shamanic figures reappear and people scatter while the General is conferring again by phone with his superior, mentioning a “Teiresias outbreak.” One of the shamanic Teiresias bestows a miraculous gift to Robot Man through Dorothy just before they abruptly depart for their world while Niles uses an illusion to trick the remaining faceless warriors to stop fighting and retreat as well.

It all seems a nightmare as the events recede while Dorothy, Cliff, and Niles move into a new headquarters and Pollack expands the team and supporting cast with more fantastic characters. There’re George and Marion, the Bandage People who at first glance you might believe have a connection to Rebus/ Negative Man; Charlie the “doll” who becomes Dorothy’s silent, unblinking companion; and a number of sexually remaindered spirits who haunt the new headquarters. Pollack explores the new elements in their own right before returning to focus on the opposing and contentious elements described above in her “The Teiresias Wars” story arc from issues #75 – 79.

The depiction of Teiresias, undoubtedly created with direction from Pollack, as drawn by interior artist Ted McKeever and rendered most strikingly by cover artist Brian Bolland deserves discussion. The face and long hair are clearly feminine, but the body lacks breasts and the pubic area is completely smooth and devoid of gender identifying genitals. The right side of the torso is masculine while the left is curved and female. Clearly Teiresias here is defying imposed sexual categories by being an androgyne.

Wings across the figure’s upper chest symbolize the connection bestowed by the ancient Greeks between prophets and birds. A pair of entwined serpents refers to the seer’s encounter with the snakes that led to his/ her transformations that crossed genders. Unlike Judeo-Christian thought, many cultures have held snakes in high regard as magical beings that gain immortality by shedding their skin. These serpents also allude to both Teiresias’ staff (rhabdos, Greek for a sort of magical rod) and the caduceus of Hermes, itself a gift from Apollo. A nearly hundred-year old article in the Encylopedia Brittanica recounts in a story very similar to Teiresias’ encounter with snakes of the staff’s transformation from a two-pronged rod decked out with garlands to its well-known form when Hermes came across a pair of snakes fighting between themselves and used it to stop them. Both male and female are represented each by a single snake of the pair, coming together, not to mate physically, but to join as an androgyne, the real secret of Hermetic power, as Teiresias symbolized by physical transformation. Additionally, Aphrodite and Hermes had a son named Hermaphroditus who would later become joined with the nymph Salmacis and become an androgyne.

Worms are hermaphroditic, possessing both male and female reproductive organs as are some types of beetles, if the insects are indeed beetles and not roaches, in which case I’m at a loss of their meaning. An upside down drawn building that lies behind the snakes may be a temple, referring to Teiresias’ role as prophet. The starry night sky theme of the torso’s left side contrasted with the ocean blue of the right suggests to me the calming waters that arose after the settling of primeval chaos and form began to emerge.

In a very interesting  essay on the blind prophet, author Tracy Boyd points to an observation by noted scholar Marie Delcourt that Teiresias’ sex change is a an indicator of a very ancient trace of “androgynous shamanism”. Thanks to anthropologists and, rather unfortunately, Christian missionaries we know of non-European cultures such as various Native American and native Siberian peoples that embraced traditions of shamans who not only often crossdressed but also crossed the boundaries of our rigidly held notions of gender. As you likely know, shamans in these societies had extensive knowledge of homeopathic cures, incorporating them in healing rituals as necessary, and because they defied (or united) the world of opposites acted as priests and intermediaries between the physical world and the realms of spirits, gods, and demons.

The topics of shamanism and its culturally fluid components of sexuality are far too complex for at length discussion here in a simple essay. There are numerous books written by people far more knowledgeable than I will ever be on the subject. Mircea Elaide is one such author and his Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy might be a good place to start from.

The title of the opening chapter, “A Handful of Dust”, refers to line 30 in Eliot’s poem: “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”  Her story opens showing a man seated in a filthy alley, from appearances a derelict, wearing a pink, flower patterned dress. Bones are tossed onto the pavement, gibberish spoken, in reality a prophecy but no one listens. Calling upon “great Teiresias, the breaker of forms”, he raises a small crude model of a building. Then, a man wearing a general’s uniform suddenly appears and slays the psychic, proclaiming “this is the time of building” and then “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Observe what happens to those who try to revive the old customs.”

Obviously the “old customs” referred to in Pollack’s writing are pagan ways. However, Less clear I believe us that she’s referring to older pagan religions as they relate to the Orphic traditions of the goddess-oriented religions and mystery cults (an understanding of same that I’ve arrived at after reading “Chaos Gaia Eros” by Ralph Abraham). Abraham posits in his book that the inventions of writing and the wheel and its adaptation to the chariot coupled with a shift from nomadic tribes to sedentary villages to foster a shift in human consciousness that led to empire building, the rise of patriarchal societies and male-dominated religions, especially the three Abrahamic religions, and the suppression of these older ways. These ideas aren’t new, but Abraham’s book was the first time I’d encountered them discussed together.

Back to Pollack’s story. A trio of mysterious looking humans appears after the general and his ominous party has departed. Their dialog alludes to a truce with the “builders” being broken. They gather the prophets remains, inexplicably reduced in minutes to bones, and retreat through a wasteland (a nod to Eliot’s poem perhaps) to their home. Once safely arrived, the seer’s remains are used to divine a prophecy, one that foretells of war.

The Doom Patrol’s Kate, also known as Coagula, demonstrates her secondary ability to tune in to alternate realities (electronic visions if you will) using a keyboard and computer. The monitor focuses on a place where slaves are forced to build even rudimentary shapes or be beaten into submission by unseen rulers, in reality, the Builders. Kate informs Robot Man that she’s uncertain if these events are current or have happened in the past or will occur.

A little background on Coagula for those who aren’t familiar with the character. Kate was born in a male body, and realized over time that she inwardly  identified as a woman. Eventually she fully transitioned through surgery from an outwardly male body to her current one. During one period after transitioning, Kate was a prostitute and Rebus, the negative entity from Morrison’s run, hired her for sex. Kate developed the powers to coagulate and dissolve objects because of this intimate encounter. She became involved with the Doom Patrol after unsuccessful attempts at being a superhero.

Meanwhile the General who was last seen in Pollack’s first arc and other figures convene to assess their forces. Among them is a bearded man named Ur-Nammu, whom I first thought referred to the Sumerian goddess of creation post gender switch that began to occur, as societies became patriarchal. However, Ur-Nammu is the founder of the Sumerian third dynasty (approximately 2100 BCE). He is credited with writing the Code of Ur-Nammu, the oldest extent of a law code governing society, and also for ordering the construction of numerous ziggurats. In short, he is a builder of not only buildings and cities, but of society by way of its laws.

A few words to clarify the significance of ziggurats and perhaps Sumeria in general. In this ancient empire  called Ken-gi-r, meaning “the Civilized Land”, there were paved roads, schools, writing, banking and finances, and use of the arch and vault in architecture. It was the accepted belief that the higher one could rise from the earth, the closer one would be to the gods in heaven. As part of a larger temple complex, the ziggurat at Ur, known as Etemennigur at the time, was considered the dwelling place of the moon god Nanna. The Sumerians depicted Nanna as a wise yet enigmatic old man with a flowing beard and four horns. A ceremonial bedchamber for the moon god was constructed as the highest point of the structure, where a woman chosen daily by the priests would spend the night as an offering to the moon god.

In many ways it must have indeed seemed like an ideal land. As wonderful as this culture may have been, there were also significant changes in Sumerian society that are relevant to Pollack’s story. From a grossly oversimplified anthropological viewpoint, people began to adapt in all sorts of manners as humans went from nomadic life as hunter-gatherers to sustain themselves and began to settle down, first in villages as they learned how to farm and domesticate animals. One significant aspect which is a lynch pin for Pollack’s story is the shift in religion from the lunar, earth, feminine, mother-goddess cults with oral traditions to the solar, sky, masculine, god dominated sects that use the invention of writing to their advantage that rise and eventually suppress the former. Then as now, history is written and recorded from the view of the dominant forces.

Pollack reveals the most about Ur-Nammu and the forces she refers to as the Builders in a speech: “…Anchors of stability form now, in abundance beyond even the early days of the original tower [Note: referring to Babel.] From birth to old age to final death, lives lived without change or growth. Males and females hold firm to their genders. …Dreams imprisoned. The burden of personality dissolved forever.”

An unknown figure dressed in a Greek or Roman toga reminds the General of a pair of escaped slaves who are now known to be hiding with the Doom Patrol: the characters known as Marion and George, the bandaged couple. Pollack fills in their history in a flashback scene that recounts how as young, aimless adults they came under the influence of a man who identified himself only as “The Contract” who persuades the couple, as the cliché goes, sign their lives away on a contract. Once the pretense is dropped, Marion and George come to the stark realization that they’ve signed their lives and bodies away (as a scene depicts their forms being removed and swathed in their familiar bandages. Marion recounts: “They left us our eyes so we could see and—and our fingers so we could hold the machines. And our mouths so we could pass on orders. We all had to speak English. ‘All one tongue’ they told us.” They’ve become anonymous slaves to help build a second Tower of Babel secretly being constructed to penetrate the earth under the Pentagon, a clear metaphor for the patriarchal gods raping the mother-goddess archetypes. They take advantage of some unexpected event that distracts their captors, and wander empty hallways, eventually finding a blindfolded male figure named Eliot shackled to the wall. Once freed, Eliot’s body spasms and transforms into an androgynous Teiresias, imbuing their bandages with a life force through the gesture of an erotic kiss. Eliot’s freedom is short lived as s/he sacrifices it so George, Marion, and other slaves can escape.

The freed couple is not the only reason the Builders are interested in the Doom Patrol. The group had certainly been an attractor of the bizarre in Morrison’s run. In Pollack’s hands, Niles as a bodiless head, Robot Man without male defining genitals (something he never had in robotic form anyway), Dorothy whose ugliness seemingly overwhelms any femininity, and transsexual Kate are clearly an assault on the Builders’ beliefs. Each in their own ways defy the socially acceptable ideas of what it means to be male and female.

While the Builders have marked the Doom Patrol as a dangerous element to take care of, the Teiresiae swear to protect them. The lines are drawn. The General and his forces confront the group and demand the return of Marion and George. An initial victory heartens Niles’ team. Simultaneously, Pollack takes up the plight of Eliot (Marion and George’s savior), showing us his feeble looking body wandering the rooms and hallways of the Hotel of Lost Light. I believe this is a reference to a work by poet Galway Kinnell. Not having read the piece makes it impossible for me to know its relevance to Pollack’s story though.  The hotel here is a prison constructed by the Builders. Encountering four of his jailers during his walk, Eliot cajoles one pair to give him six questions and the remaining duo for six answers. Returning to his room, Eliot prays and intones the nonsensical questions and answers that circumvent the rigid constraints of grammar and thus his bondage, allowing Eliot to transform again into a Teiresias and return to the world of opposites where hir unique form immediately becomes a sexual attractor for passersby.

Having learned Marion and George’s horrible history, Niles decides that a defensive position is in the Doom Patrol’s best interest. Under his direction, George and Marion envelope the headquarters with their living bandages strengthened by Kate’s power to coagulate, and further reinforced with the powerful presence of the sexual spirits inhabiting the building (their speaking “in tongues” keeps the Builders at bay). In a defiant act of bravado or stupidity, Cliff exits the safe position only to be ambushed by the Builders and have his body blown to tiny pieces.

The ragtag band of social if not sexual outlaws mount an attack in order to rescue the now disembodied Cliff. It isn’t the first time Cliff’s body has been damaged and rebuilt or upgraded, but every previous time was done without his input. Not again, Cliff asserts to Niles. This leads to an insightful discussion, and in essence the premise of Pollack’s point, between Cliff and Kate, who, having undergone sex reassignment surgery, has an intimate understanding of the emotional and spiritual components of body image.

Cliff: “You know something? I used to think I wanted to be normal. Or at least look normal so people wouldn’t stare and point all the time.”

Kate: “Yeah, I know. It’s called ‘passing’.”

Cliff: “This is going to sound nuts, but I think I like being different. Does that make any sense to you?”

Kate;” Yes, Cliff. A lot of sense.”

Having sensed the violent Builders attack on the Doom Patrol, Eliot the Teiresiae decides to intervene into the matter and unsettles the heroes by manifesting inside their building. Upon revealing hir nature and intent, Kate is eager to chime in by retelling the traditional story of the prophet Teiresias, only to be interrupted by Eliot who insists on telling the real account behind the myth, an account that in part at least reads like a creation story. In the timeless time, s/he begins, nothing held itself in one form apart and distinct from anything else, everything rising and sinking from the primordial waters recreating its parts over and over. From this constantly reshaping energy and mass the world created the Teiresiae as the embodiments of its own knowledge.  Out of them arose one who felt desire to experiment with language and grammar, defining things with names that in turn solidified forms. This rebel, the first man, was followed – or trapped perhaps – by others, and to separate himself above the others, he proclaimed himself a god, and named his followers the Builders. It is they who raised the Tower of Babel as a metaphysical engine of frozen language to create our world of opposites. A terrible war broke out between the Builders and the Teiresiae, one that ended in a truce and withdrawal from the earthly realm by both factions until the Builders were accidentally ironically disturbed by construction work of modern civilization.

Eliot surprises the Doom Patrol by informing him of a new plan to destroy the Builders. They must call upon the remaining Teiresiae in their dwelling place outside of our reality.  The shock comes when Eliot reveals the otherworldly beings will ignore his pleas because he abandoned them for the earthly plane, and so two humans must merge to become a new Teiresiae and go instead. Kate and Cliff with his freshly designed robotic body are the ideal candidates. They’ve understandably reservations. Despite facing bizarre and often inexplicable phenomena on a regular basis doesn’t prepare you for the idea of merging your corporeal and mental/ psychic selves. In order to affect this union, Pollack has a dead tree (a connection with mother earth) come to life and it encases the duo inside a womb made of its branches. Their act of sexual ecstasy releases energy in a Kundalini-like manner to allow their transformation into a unique robotic appearing hermaphroditic form I believe some comparison between Kate and Cliff’s transformation could be made to the story of Hermaphroditus (son of Hermes and Aphrodite) and his unwilling union with the nymph Salmacis.

Kate/ Cliff emerge from the tree womb in this new form to find they’ve been transported to the Teiresiae world, and so set off on their own Hero’s Journey across a devastated landscape. Their separate personalities remain still and they both try to express and come to an understanding, of experiencing the sensations of this new body of metal and flesh, breasts and feminine hips and sexless crotch. As with all epic journeys, Cliff/ Kate faces trials. The first of these is when s/he encounters a pair of copulating snakes just as Teiresias did. To further reinforce the similarity, a walking staff instantly appears in Kate/ Cliff’s hand, the same object with which Teiresias struck the serpents.

Much can be said about the symbolism and import of the walking staff. For the sake of brevity I will mention only a single point and refer those interested to Tracy Boyd’s article referenced to and linked above. The staff or stick can be seen as an extension of Teiresias’ body, both of which undergo a magical transformation as “instruments of magic and healing” upon contact with the snakes. The secret of transcending the world of opposites becomes encoded in the staff itself, thus transforming it into a sacred object.

The reptiles sense their distinct personalities and goad them into killing one of them. “Kill the female snake and become a woman. Kill the male and become a man.” “Which one do you want? Your choice. Only thing is – how do you tell us apart?” They refuse to kill either and are mocked by both snakes. “Too bad. Now you’ll have to do it the hard way. By delighting in signs. That’s what ‘Teiresias’ means…’he who delights in signs.”

With their initial trial won, they continue along the barren path and up a cliff.  A new challenge presents itself when the sky mysteriously becomes a giant eye and blocks them from going forward. Instead they walk into the eye itself and find themselves reliving their worst incidents of their lives. For Cliff it’s regaining consciousness after the operation to save his life from nearly fatal injuries received in his racing car accident and discovering he’s a human brain encased in a robotic body. The worst for Kate is the experience in high school when she first dressed as a woman and was ridiculed and threatened by classmates.

Moving forward, Kate/ Cliff come upon a marker, a sign, written in the dead language of the Teiresias. Holding it in their hands creates a mystical means of communication that allows them to hear the voices of the Teiresias tell them they must “burn up their pain if [they] want to find [them].” The sky has turned harsh, sending torrents of rain down that then turn to ice, making their trek in this timeless land a grueling one that punishes them beyond their limit. It’s here when they’ve collapsed that the being referred to as the Contract appears and makes the most tempting of deals to Cliff and Kate in turn: new, sexually idealized bodies of their respective gender identities. Cliff/ Kate laughs when presented with the agreement and pen. “You don’t understand. We don’t want your ‘real’ bodies. We’re not imitating anybody. We just want ourselves….You don’t have anything we need” is their reply as they turn to walk away. They have passed their last temptation. With each step the elements take an increasing toll upon their body until they fall down. Corrosion eats away at the metal form until it’s nearly indistinguishable from the mounds of earth around it. At this point when their body is nearly erased and identities nearly just memories that the walking staff exhibits its sacred power by resurrecting Cliff/ Kate, replete with symbols adorning their form to confirm the change into a true Teiresias, to be welcomed by the mystery and awe of the remaining three cosmic beings. Mission accomplished!

Kate/ Cliff and the remaining Teiresiae transport to earth and find themselves in the middle of a fierce battle between the Builders and the rest of the Doom Patrol who are aided by Eliot. Things start to go terribly and unexpectedly amiss. Cliff/ Kate rushes to fight alongside their teammates only to learn hir combined form is useless. Much to Kate’s dismay, Cliff forces an abrupt end to the union.  The Teiresiae, eager to assert their power against their polar opposite, are shocked to find that the power of Babel and its fixed grammar has rendered their speech unintelligible and they are therefore rendered impotent. Only Eliot because of hir choice to live apart on earth has retained power by virtue of hir sacrifice. While s/he retains the ability of speech, the time spent both wandering freely and imprisoned by the Builders has greatly diminished hir power.

Kate makes a defiant stand against the Builders’ most destructive weapon, a structure referred to as the “White City.” I must confess that I do not know any historical or mythological references that Pollack may have drawn upon for her use of the White City as a great engine of pain and destruction. It may simply be the most sacred icon of the Builders’, a counterpart of sorts to Teiresias’ staff of magic and healing. It all seems to go from bad to worse when Kate is whisked inside the structure and forced to relive the painful event of her being discovered trying to express her inner female identity. In some unexplained way, Dorothy is able to insert herself into Kate’s memory. Her role may be that of psycho pomp as she is instrumental for Kate to take action against her attackers. Now healed, Kate and Dorothy escape the White City.

The tide of the battle is turned when Niles realizes the sexually remaindered spirits whose speaking in tongues aided their defense several days earlier are pivotal to their success. Glossolalia was a common practice in some pagan religions, shamanism, and considered a form of communication with spirits, as well as some Pentacostals. Their seemingly unintelligible language serves as an offense against the General. It also seems to be a language that the Teiresiae understand. This communication restores their connection to power and they unleash it against the Builders with a great fury. Defiant in his last moments, the General shouts, “You can never destroy Babel. Babel is the foundation of the world. If you want to destroy Babel, you will have to destroy the world. This truth is irrefutable and so, the Teiresiae ascend into the sky, carrying the Doom Patrol and Eliot along with them to witness their destruction of the second Babel.

At Dorothy’s urging Kate speaks to the Teiresiae in the hope of persuading them not to destroy the earth. Her facial expressions and body gestures assume the look of an oracle. Her eyes remain closed, perhaps as a nod to blind Teiresias or that Pollack wants to show that Kate is the very embodiment of the seer? Kate stands alone, midway between the looming Teiresiae, singularly focused on annihilation (ironically of form, no less) and her friends. She is mediator, a herald attempting to make peace, a gender-crossing (instead of the typical cross-dressing) shaman petitioning the gods for a stay of execution, for the continued gift of life.

Selfishness is not her motivation as Kate implores. “I know you want to bring back change and freedom. And you think they can’t exist in this – this world of choices. But you’re wrong. I can show you.” The Teiresiae are not swayed until she holds her own life up as an example and those of her friends who similarly defy strict categorization due to their own unique circumstances. It is Eliot who finally sways his kin when he sides with humanity and entreats them to agree to renew the truce. Hir final sacrifice is to act as overseer to ensure the Builders cosmic slumber. They agree to destroy only the tower portion of Babel and to leave its foundation, the metaphysical foundation of the world, untouched. The Teiresiae withdraw, closing the portal between worlds and leaving behind Eliot who looks blissful at the prospects of exploring a new world.

It is with some disappointment that I look at memories of reading Pollack’s Doom Patrol stories and disliking them, partly for Ted McKeever’s unique style, but mainly because my understanding of her metaphors and ideas was lacking. In the intervening years I have become fascinated with some of the elements that Pollack drew upon to tell her.

Language is such a common ability that its implications often seem to be taken for granted, perhaps only pondered while trying to learn a foreign one and its peculiarities. Why do nouns and adjectives take on or reflect gender in some and not others? We shape language and in turn it shapes us. This is why writing was strictly controlled and accessible only to certain castes for thousands of years. It was with writing that language became a force to control people. Once only spoken, a ruler or priest could now point to physical objects proclaim it as the sacred words of their respective deities or rulers. It was the birth of history and a radical shift in social structures, a separation of peoples along tribes, of man and woman, of what is both proper and expected in codified gender roles, of goddesses being discarded or remade into male counterparts, and the repression of the knowledge of humanity’s sacredness and connection to the divine.

At least this is what Pollack’s story has come to mean for me now.