HEY GET WITH IT
YEAH WE’RE GONNA HAVE FUN!
I don’t have too much to say about this chapter — even with the narrator’s sad, resigned tone, this piece is a bit more fairy tale-ish than the others. There’s also a jagginess and willful ambiguity to the ending that stymies the opportunity to draw much of a moral from the story, which I appreciate — but I could look at these character drawings for hours. OK, I thought of something else while adding the jpegs; it’s noteworthy that our hero has no problem mowing down the undead and Aurum’s guards, but nearly comes undone by the idea of killing a monk. I don’t know enough about Quique Alcatena or Eduardo Mazzitelli to file a brief in critic court, but there’s a vague Catholic flavor to some of these pieces.
My translating skills aren’t so hot, but a few folks have asked me to try to give them some idea of what’s being said, so here goes:
CAPTION: When I met Plumbum, I had already lost my left arm, my ideals and the will to fight for ideals of others. That is, they deserted me.
PLUMBUM: When you see it, Ferrum, only then will you understand!
CAPTION: I do not know why we became friends, we were so different. Plumbum, so noble and clumsy …. I was none of these things.
PLUMBUM: She has the color of the sun and its shine! When she looks at you with her golden eyes, it’s as if the rest of the world melts away!
CAPTION: So noble and clumsy and in love.
PLUMBUM: Aurum, I’m here!
CAPTION: There was no exaggeration. Only the sun (not even the sun) could compare to Aurum’s beauty.
TITLE: Golden Eyes
CAPTION: Her eyes, her incredible golden eyes, lingered on me. Plumbum growled at me.
PLUMBUM: Ferrum ….
CAPTION: Like the sun (more than the sun), they seemed unattainable.
AURUM: The man of my dreams must bring me …. the impossible triangle from the land of the dead ….
CAPTION: My good friend Plumbum. So noble. So clumsy. So in love.
CAPTION: So naively reckless.
PLUMBUM: Do not stop me, demons! No one will stop me! Nothing can stop me! Ah, there you are!
AURUM: The man of my dreams must be able to seize from the masked monks, their illuminated circular medallion …
MONK: What are are you looking for?
PLUMBUM: The medallion … I …
MONK: Know you, I will not give it nor anything else that has been deposited in our custody. You must kill us.
CAPTION: I can see Plumbum hesitate and then collapse.
PLUMBUM: Please … oh Rayos, forgive me … please, how I wish I did not to have to do this!
AURUM: The man of my dreams must be able … to collect a handful from the rivers of fire … and shape with his hands a perfect mirror that does not distort my beauty.
CAPTION: My good friend Plumbum, so foolish.
PLUMBUM: I’ve done everything you’ve asked, beautiful Aurum. What more could I do?
AURUM: I’m sorry … the man of my dreams should be made of the same stuff as me … your efforts have been futile.
PLUMBUM: You … you once told me of an alchemist, a magician who transformed everything into gold.
FERRUM: He was just a lunatic, and his experiments never ended well!
PLUMBUM: Take me or I’ll rip off your other arm. And then a leg … and then ….
FERRUM: I will. All right?
CAPTION: My friend sobs. He could kill me with his sobbing.
PLUMBUM: You know, my friend, you know that I would do anything for her eyes to look at me, only me.
CAPTION: I pointed the way but did not travel with him. I did not want to be complicit in this tragedy. In return, I kept watch at Aurum’s balcony so that no other man approached her in his absence.
CAPTION: The next night, he returned. I knew it was him because I recognized his silhouette in the distance. And the intense golden brightness given off his body. The same glow that drew Aurum to her window, fleetingly.
AURUM: Get him out of here! I do not want to see it!
CAPTION: Never, never had any of the alchemist’s experiments turned out totally fine.
CAPTION: Plumbum and I do not know how we became friends. [We are so different.] But friendship is irreversible.
FERRUM: Let’s go, Plumbum. Pick up the pace.
CAPTION: So, that night I helped break down the doors of the house, kill the guards, and go to her room.
FERRUM: Quick, Plumbum.
PLUMBUM: Wait a moment.
CAPTION: So, I did nothing while he, not without tenderness, explained to Aurum that she would be his, as he was.
PLUMBUM: Do you see it, my love? Do you understand? Now your eyes, our golden and beautiful eyes, only look at me. Forever.
CAPTION: So I’ll accompany his escape until the guards make us pay for so horrific a crime, someday. So, because he is my friend, I will join his folly. Forever.Read More
So in all the hustle and bustle trying to get Farel Dalrymple’s new book promoted and ready for Stumptown Comics Fest, we haven’t really talked about our other debut of the show:
Yes, it’s true. We finally got it together. It’s here, and it’s beautiful. Same format as #1 but in classic SG Pink & Blue this time.
And Comics Journalism by:
64 oversized two-color pages, edited by Milo George & Zack Soto. Drops 4/27/13.
art above by David King & Mickey z