Comic Book DreamsA Chapter by Robert Francis Callaciit's a bird, it's a plane, It's SupermanComic
Book Dreams (from
the journals of a Mad Poet)
I’ve always had a special love affair with
comic books. The first thing I remember reading was a beat up old Superman comic
I commandeered out of my brother’s room. The word captions were simple enough
for a nine year old to understand and the drawings of super heroes and villains
fueled my imagination to its limits. I was hooked. I became a comic book
junkie.
Reading about the adventures of the Green
Lantern, Flash, Aquaman, Superman, Batman and the rest of the D.C. Pantheon
became a glorious obsession. I helped
sabotage Lex Luthor’s plans, did battle with the Joker and the Riddler,
outsmarted Brainiac, roamed the galaxy in a bubble and danced with half naked
mermaids while Aquaman played the flute. A dime in those days could buy a
lot of dreams.
In my early teens a new pantheon of Anti-Hero’s,
Villains and Super Freaks captured my attention. The Marvel Invasion swept the
D.C. Nation. The tales of the Silver Surfer, The Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, The
Fantastic Four, Spider-man and the rest of angst- ridden group of heroes and monsters,
introduced me to the darker aspects of the fantastic. The lines between Hero
and Villain were blurred, and rather than fight on the side of Truth, Justice
and the American Way: I surfed alongside
the Silver Surfer plotting Man’s destruction, crawled in the sewers of
Manhattan with the Man Thing eating rats and wrestling alligators, and danced
with armor-plated Valkyries while Loki played the fiddle. It now took a
quarter to fill my head with those dark dreams and nightmares that a young mind
craved but it was well worth that extra fifteen cents.
Looking back on those days leaves me with
a smile and an ache for those bygone times when the stories and illustrations
woven into those comics ruled my dreams. If not for them, I doubt that my love
for mythology, myth, fairy-tales and comparative religions would be as
prevalent.
I also credit my great love and admiration
of classical and modern art to those comic illustrations that helped fuel my
imagination as a young boy and man-ling.
My movie and TV tastes were formed by such
shows as the Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, Star Trek and Dark Shadows which I
was hooked on in my teens. Things that bump in the night, alien invasions, and
galaxies that needed to be explored were introduced in my newly formed memes. I probably would have never watched these or
enjoyed them as much if I wasn’t already a comic book aficionado.
I also would have never read the book the
Silmarillion by J.R.R Tolkien that shaped my love for religious myth; if not
for my love of adventure comic books. One
of my more vivid memories of my faded army days was me standing in the gun
turret of a tank, reading the Hobbit. I never would have read it if I
didn’t see it advertized on the back cover of the Green Lantern. Yes: I still
read comic books till I was well into my twenties.
From the Hobbit I read the Lord of the
Rings and from that The Silmarillion. After
that I devoured all writings that delved into fantasy, science fiction,
religion, magic, supernatural anomalies and things of the fantastic.
I’m no longer that nine year old boy or
that teen who wanted to conquer the world but a man in his early sixties. Although
“Graphic Novels” have taken the place of “Adventure Comic Books” in length as
well as in price, they’re still all comic books to me.
I still have some old comics which I
lovingly take care of; A Pure Labor of love.
Each time I read them, I’m transported back in that nine year olds’
mind. The Cat Woman gives me a passionate
kiss on the lips…
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