Category: Visual Arts

I foiled thе mission, no superstition, I am the vision: young, black, gifted with ambition. Yеah, yeah, yeah…Got all the Comics — like all the Comix — but I’m Alloysious Massaquoi straight from Sunday

There was a man selling chicks in a box. He said, “two for one, but three for two.” I said, “that’s not bad
Here’s money for you.” One was the Comics, the other, Sunday.

Turn any corner. Hear — you must hear what the people say! You know that somethin’ is goin’ on around here; it surely, surely won’t stand the light of day, no. And it appears to be the Sunday Comics — it appears to be a long time before the dawn.

We know that without total understanding of what happened in the past, it would be difficult to relate to the future. We know that within the structure of the Sunday, there should bе a Comics, And the mеssage should be truth. So now, we give you, Africa, the center of the world.

I like to venture into town. I like to get a few drinks down. Then Sunday comes, the Comics hull–I don’t like life when things get dull.

You always said I was out of control. Teach me hatred, then let me go… You didn’t care, no truth and no dare — Sunday Comics, blow everywhere. Now you’re so high, kiss all the guys, making me jealous, I wonder why…

Are you bringing a present for me? Something pleasantly pleasant for me? Then it’s Sunday Comics I’m waiting for, would you mind slipping it under the door? Zat you, Santa Claus?

It’s Christmas at ground zero, the Comics have run to ground. We can dodge debris while we trim the tree underneath the mushroom cloud!

Look out for the Scotland Yard, and here comes Yeltsin, KGB. Yes I haven’t got a baseball bat. Korea’s got its problems too; Kabila, he don’t like, Mobuto; and the Comics made friends with Sunday

You see, I have been misplaced. I have been mislaid like a covetous dog that you can’t just leave in your home.Yeah, I need a new body, I need a new body; I can’t stay out too long.