The moon is very slowly waning away…
At least here at Counterforce.
From Wikipedia: The “Great Moon Hoax” was a series of six articles that were published in the New York Sun beginning on August 25, 1835, about the supposed discovery of life on the Moon. The discoveries were falsely attributed to Sir John Herschel, perhaps the best-known astronomer of his time.
And this is…
The lithograph that accompanied the Great Moon Hoax on August 28, 1835.
Speaking of comics…
Moon Knight? Ehhh. I never could get behind Moon Knight (who is illustrated by comics legend Alex Ross up above). I mean, I get the gist of his character, but what a half assed rip off of Batman, right?
Speaking of comics, by now, I’ve outed myself as a huge old school comic book dork, right? Try this on for size then, geeks:
I’ll say more about comics probably… in Tuesday’s Counterforce post? Yeah, probably, but the above issue, Uncanny X-Men #137, the end of “The Dark Phoenix Saga,” is probably the last great comic book story I’ve read. And I’ve read a lot of really, truly great ones since then, but the above issue/storyline could very well have been the end of comics, and of Scott/Jean, or Cyclops/Marvel Girl for some of you, and I would’ve been fine with it.
The gist of the issue: The X-Men are on the blue side of the moon (and observed by the mysterious Watcher). Their teammate, Jean Grey, has recently had the nearly omnipotent alien lifeforce subdued within herself (it’d be possessing her and going on a violent, destructive rampage for some time now) and even though she currently has it under control, the Imperial Guard of the Shi’ar race wants to kill her, so not to risk the Phoenix ever hurting another soul. But the X-Men aren’t going to have any of that, so a deal is struck: The X-Men vs. the Imperial Guard for the life of Jean. The battle is intense, but the Imperial Guard is just too strong and one by one the X-Men fall in the name of their friend. But the image towards the end of the lovers, Scott and Jean, holding hands as they run through the ruins of a former moon civilization, fighting off the Shi’ar, is one of the most beautiful, epic, tragic, wonderful things I’ve ever seen in comics.
First crush in four colors.
Here’s a little bit of my childhood, kids:
Colonization of the moon.
Werewolves and the moon.
The moon in art and literature, including:
Credence Clearwater Revival, of course. There’s a bathroom on the right! And:
The Man Who Sold The Moon by Robert Heinlein, and of course:
That wily bastard, Nick Drake. Of course. And:
The terror of the Mooninites! And:
Paul and Linda McCartney, naturally. From here. And:
Well, and I could go on forever, but I won’t. This whole thing of me talking about the moon was supposed to be about that big sexy lunar satellite up in orbit and about art and human history and… well, sometimes it’s just suffered from poor planning on my part. But it’s ending very soon, and I think maybe perhaps ending not so badly. Thanks for reading so far.