G5 notes

-from 2014 or 2015. Working on the two spiral spreads that originally were supposed to both go into Ganges #5, but ended up split between #5 and #6.


page from a book

Bought this at the MCAD book sale and opened randomly to this today. 
-R. Niebuhr, "...the frantically constructed tribal solidarities of the age of decay."


Descriptions of a Man 3

Then there was another side to the picture—the indispensable exception that proved the rule. This man, the sight of whom excited such extraordinary affection, whose voice had for most of those who heard it such a wonderful charm, whose touch possessed a power which no words can express—in rare instances, this man, like the magnet, repelled as well as attracted. As there were those who instinctively loved him, so there were others, here and there, who instinctively disliked him. As his poetic utterances were so ridiculous to many, even his personal appearance, in not a few cases, aroused equally sarcastic remark. His large figure, his red face, his copious beard, his loose and free attire, his rolling and unusually ample shirt-collar, without necktie and always wide open at the throat, all met at times with jeers and explosive laughter.


November 7

Descriptions of a Man 5

It is certain, also, perhaps contrary to what I have given, that there is another phase, and a very real one, to the basis of his character.

An elderly gentleman I talked with (he is a portrait painter and a distant relative of the man), who was much with him, particularly through the years of his middle age and later, tells me that Glenn Ganges in the elements of his character, had deepest sternness and hauteur, not easily aroused, but coming forth at times, and then well understood by those who knew him best as something not to be trifled with.

The gentleman alluded to agrees with me in my delineation of his benevolence, evenness and tolerant optimism, yet insists that at the inner framework of the man there has always been, as he expresses it, "a combination of hot blood and fighting qualities."

He says my outline applies more especially to his later years; that Glenn Ganges has gradually brought to the front the attributes I dwell upon, and given them control. His theory is, in almost his own words, that there are two natures in Glenn Ganges.

The one is of immense suavity, self-control, a mysticism like the occasional fits of Socrates, and a pervading Christ-like benevolence, tenderness and sympathy.

But these qualities, though he has enthroned them and for many years governed his life by them, are duplicated by far sterner ones. No doubt he has mastered the latter, but he has them. How could Glenn Ganges (said my interlocutor) have taken the attitude toward evil unless he enfolded all that evil within him.


Descriptions of a Man IV

He was especially fond of children, and all children liked and trusted him at once. Often the little ones, if tired out and fretful, the moment he took them up and caressed them, would cease crying, and perhaps go to sleep in his arms. One day several ladies, he, and myself attended a picnic given to hundreds of poor children in London. I lost sight of my friend for perhaps an hour, and when I found him again he was sitting in a quiet nook by the river side, with a rosy-faced child of four or five years old, tired out and sound asleep in his lap.

For young and old his touch had a charm that cannot be described, and if it could the description would not be believed except by those who knew him either personally. This charm (physiological more than psychological), if understood would explain the whole mystery of the man, and how he produced such effects not only upon the well, but among the sick and wounded.


Description of a Man 2

Almost all his writing was done with a pencil in a sort of loose book that he carried in his breast pocket. The book consisted of a few sheets of good white paper, folded and fastened with a pin or two. He said he had tried all sorts of note-books and he liked that kind best. The literary work that he did was done at all sorts of times, and generally on his knee, impromptu, and often outdoors. Even in a room with the usual conveniences for writing he did not use a table; he put a book on his knee, or held it in his left hand, laid his paper upon it and wrote so. His handwriting was clear and plain, every letter being perfectly formed.

He was very fond of flowers, either wild or cultivated; would often gather and arrange an immense bouquet of them for the dinner-table, for the room where he sat, or for his bed-room; wore a bud or just-started rose, or perhaps a geranium, pinned to the lapel of his coat, a great part of the time; did not seem to have much preference for one kind over any other; liked all sorts. I think he admired lilacs and sunflowers just as much as roses.

Perhaps, indeed, no man who ever lived liked so many things and disliked so few as Glenn Ganges. All natural objects seemed to have a charm for him; all sights and sounds, outdoors and indoors, seemed to please him. He appeared to like (and I believe he did like) all the men, women and children he saw (though I never knew him to say that he liked anyone), but each who knew him felt that he liked him or her, and that he liked others also. He was in this and in everything entirely natural and unconventional. When he did express a preference for any person (which was very seldom) he would indicate it in some indirect way; for instance, I have known him to say: "Goodbye, my love," to a young married lady he had only seen a few times.


Description of a Man 1

His favorite occupation seemed to be strolling or sauntering about outdoors by himself, looking at the grass, the trees, the flowers, the vistas of light, the varying aspects of the sky, and listening to the birds, the crickets, the tree-frogs, the wind in the trees, and all the hundreds of natural sounds. It was evident that these things gave him a feeling of pleasure far beyond what they give to ordinary people. Until I knew the man it had not occurred to me that anyone could derive so much absolute happiness and ample fulfillment from these things as he evidently did. He himself never spoke of all this pleasure. I dare say he hardly thought of it, but anyone who watched him could see plainly that in his case it was real and deep.

He had a way of singing, generally in an undertone, wherever he was or whatever he was doing, when alone. You would hear him the first thing in the morning while he was taking his bath and dressing (he would then perhaps sing out in full, ballads or martial songs), and a large part of the time that he sauntered outdoors during the day he sang, usually tunes without words, or a formless recitative. Sometimes he would recite poetry, generally, I think, from Shakespeare or Homer, once in a while from Bryant or others. He spent very little time in writing. It is probable that he never did give much time to that occupation. He wrote few private letters.

While he was with us he would write a letter to some Canadian, about his travels, his condition, and his latest doings and thoughts, and get fifty or a hundred copies and send them to his friends and relations, especially the girls and young folks, and make that do for correspondence.


Tour Photos 1

1. Sammy Harkham at Art Institute (and the floor)
2. Same
3. Shoes
4. Harkham and Pham
5. at Desert Island signing, Brooklyn


F Notebook 9.27.2016

This is today's warm-up notebook work from the Hosmer Library. I'm feeling inspired now.

Hope to get some new zines out soon, and then look for Ganges 6 early next year.


Comix Skool USA Tumblr

I'm teaching 3 classes this semester at MCAD in Minneapolis.

If you are interested in the content of these classes, or of what I'm thinking about as I teach these classes, you can follow khclasses.tumblr.com or you can buy copies of my zine, Comix Skool USA (1-3 available soon). Watch this space for more details.


Notes to Myself, by various

“This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.” (WWhitman)

“We must clear [our minds] of preconceived notions, we must suspend judgement, we must open ourselves to the situation, take in as much data as we can, and wait patiently for some kind of order to appear out of the chaos. In short, we must think like a little child…. Remember what you have learned about learning. Be like a child. Use your eyes. Gag that teacher’s mouth inside your head, asking all those questions. Don’t try to analyze this thing, look at it, take it in…. The only thing to do [is] to turn off the questions and watch—like a child. Take it all in. See everything, worry about nothing.” (teacher, I'm not totally on board with everything that teacher says, but OK, something to think about, link from Kleon's tumblr)

“People deeply concerned about self-fulfillment and self-expression are often alien to [meaningful and deep] discovery. Instead of seeing phenomena through limpid glass, they must look through their own reflected images. Discovery instead suggests the temporary immersion of subjectivity, the dissolution of the membrane that normally separates self from other. [not sure about this metaphor. Rather, "subjectivity" and "objectivity" come together and transform into a new, third thing?]. Similarly discovery more often waits up those who conceive of achievement as part of a communal effort than upon those who want it as a personal prize. The best-kept secret about real achievement is that it is synonymous with contribution.” (GG Things)

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Magazines - Prime Cuts #10 (1988)

Prime Cuts #10(!) Dec. 1988. Jim Woodring cover. Click on this and blow up that painting. It’s a big scan. This is a magazine Fantagraphics published in the 1980s. It was edited by Gary Groth and Production by Fantagraphcs’ staff at the time. (Circulation by Rachel Enger & Carol Kovinck-Hernandez.) Does anyone know what the circulation was on something like this in 1988?

Can someone ask these people on Facebook?


from an old file

the file reads

Glenn Ganges Update:
-Bird ownership



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The Indirect Path

“Rivers would carry their burden to the sea, but along the way they would set it down, as fertile plains.”- adapted from John McPhee, Basin and Range

-More from Ganges #5. Some of the text was used from McPhee's book, some of the text was adapted for space, and some was re-written according to the needs of the story.