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1987, 2012, 5*, Batman, comics, David Mazzucchelli, Frank Miller, identity
comics: Batman: Year One (1987); writer: Frank Miller; artist: David Mazzucchelli
city as infrastructure
inky-clear sky beautiful through the network of gantry and elevated train track
rooftops as interstructure
Gordon: ‘How did I let this happen …
bring an innocent child to life … in a city without hope’, then …
Batman as innerstructure
‘I may have to die tonight … How, father? How do I do it?’ … then
of groundfloor human nature:
Loeb’s grandfatherly bankruptcy ‘yes it is’
chewing mints mass-culture collect cute vile power as right
Flass’ bullplay get things done with self-satisfied smile
doing it the right way only way power as use
Gordon principled
but weak with Barbara weak with Sarah
the only occupant in an artery of cars off the bridge onto the mainland raining
thinking clinking cups in Hopper’s
Wayne still no personality except the vindication of his anxiety
strong but stupid stupid
Batman is not a character but a shift of emotion
the sky whispers to him through antennae and water-tower
Gordon only happy when outflanking Flass
when anticipating the Joker
Batman alights out of a beam of light
smelling Gordon’s coffee
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
Batman & identity wormholes: the Joker’s face
comics wormhole: Bonus Books
Very cool.
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It occurred to me last night, how our hero is a representation of all the darkness inside of us, and yet, we still idealize him. That is, the hero that we know from “Year One” and “Dark Knight”, the way he was meant to be, not the parody that is “Batman Returns”.
I think deep down, we’re all dark, menacing hunters, and weather we do it for the right or wrong reasons, we still express that darkness and it is still inside us (good vs evil…whatever that means)
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just so; which is why Batman (and many an other hero) wears a mask – they are the emergence of whatever our-lives-in-society have repressed or do not allow to emerge (for the preservation of that society), but which need to emerge in order to balance our psyches while living – hence they wear masks … healing society by subterfuge
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