Filling our pockets with ephemera // Issue One
POSTERS & POEMS
Welcome to our first publication. Each issue features two unrelated themes covering even more disparate topics. In Posters & Poems, we discuss guilt, the overwhelming charm of Eli Wallach, sad Polish guy, Allen Ginsburg, bad relationships, Gossip Girl, manuscript, George Michael, and on. Itâ€™s a tall order, but we can take it.
Figure 1: Beetle larvae
Heads without bodies floating in the sky. Girls with guns and long legs. We’re bored with the formula. These help us keep the faith.
The Face of Another // artist unknown
MOVIE POSTERS SUCK
Yes, we enjoy Eureka’s cover more than Criterion’s. The text treatment is far more interesting than a mere screenshot. It’s hard to tell in this picure, but the design works the actor’s faces in also--because we know who butters our bread.
And the Ship Sails On // art by Wieslaw Walkuski
Elevator to the Gallows // art by Keiko Kimura Painted and illustrated posters get mad love around here. Add handwritten text and just take us home.
None of the beetles have seen this film and we have no idea how it relates to the movie--but the obscured eyes, muted colors, and gonzo, nigh unreadable, type makes us eager. The movie is probably the exact opposite of this poster. Not even Fellini can overpower Polandâ€™s endless supply of the blues.
tans to sickly green, cool, alien tones. The Knack // art by Alfredo Rostgaard
The Front Page // art by Birney Lettick We would be so ecstatic over the text as a desk if we were not completely dedicated to that fan. It fills in for all thatâ€™s missing in the room. Also, that lovely, hand-drawn, comic caper style from so many 70s posters but without packing in every shennanigan is S-U-C-C-E-S-S.
How one movie can have so many great posters is a mystery. This is a favorite though, mostly for the vivid colors. We prefer fake tans to sickly green, cool, alien tones.
The Good The Bad and The Ugly // artist unknown
Naked Lunch // art by Hajime Sorayama Besides the curious illustration--what do you grope when getting down with a bug?--we really love the title treatment on this one. Most Japanese posters get clutered with random text, but this whole damn thing is elegant.
Apologies to Eli Wallach (how we adore you!), but this stance makes us heady. This is a hard title to design--see a dozen or so previous, uninspiring examples--but the throwaway text placement gets a lot of respect without getting in the way.
Vertigo // art by Saul Bass Heâ€™s Saul Bass.
How Gravity Works Hanging above 20th street a slight cord--stray dust on the mirror when shooting the sky. Cord sky and crane frozen as workers sit along the walls below. A truck goes through, now a row of men stuck too to sandwiches. Everyone attracted today to the sidewalk pavement lunch cart traffic. Someone looks up to the dark sliver above and stops low at the sign on 18th, the street pulling them back in tow. For me there is only this shadow squinting will not rend clear. The air
returning to summer after teasing throats. A rush of colds and on the bus enough coughs so there's nowhere to stand, but walk home through the tide to your voice-for a moment shining, then withdrawn.
He wobbled from a bad angle and slid into the curb, wailing tires and a fierce chorus of horns. First a sprawl of battered limbs in the gutter.
I ran my hand along the wall and said to my friend I found a nail. Tried pulling it out, pushing it up and turning it loose from the stucco but the rust and the cream paint and the metal stayed put.
Now a curse then a grin before recounting how his skin stained the concrete red and brown with a glaze of pus hot and clear as tears.
I’m always playing with forgotten things. I said I swore I felt this thing move but maybe it’s just my bones—fingers red from gripping and tugging. He said you keep pulling at them nails and the whole wall’ll fall, so I lean back and pry and see if it gives.