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Anarch-ski!

From Frizzboomski, the Anarchist, a 1905 strip posted at Barnacle Press:

The relationship between anarchism and slapstick is inconclusive. Antonin Artaud, the actor and philosopher behind Theater of Cruelty, was the first to spell out the relationship in his 1938 book, The Theater and its Double. Writing specifically about the Marx Brothers, he describes anarchy as “an essential disintegration of the real by poetry.”

Particularly the end of Animal Crackers (clip above) Artaud calls it “a distinct poetic state of mind that can be called surrealism”.

So in the strip above, written by Walter Bradford, we sense a strange tension between form and content. The content is a bumbling anarchist who always lands in a tub of soap only to hear the taunt “Call Again-ski!” to which he replies “Reveng-ski!” In other words, anarchists are idiots who smell bad. But the form of the piece turns the whole world into a random series of botched assassination attempts and comeuppances, bookended by miraculous opportunity and an insatiable need to repeat the randomness all over again. In other words, the aesthetic is an appeal to anarchy.

It’s almost as if Artaud was reading Fizzboomski when he wrote, “There is nothing at once so hallucinatory and so terrible as this type of man-hunt, this battle of rivals, this chase in the shadows…”

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Drawing and Spelling in Slapstick

Geroge Herriman and his Krazy Kat are usually discussed without a problem, but so should a lot of other early cartoonist who draw – and spell – in slapstick. Slapstick as a genre is almost always pinned to vaudeville acts and then the films that sprang from that theatrical traditional, but what – I say – What about physical comedy in comics or literary works great, cult, pop or all the the above? Furthermore, how does the use of language in them portrayal of the corporeal?

For a case study, here’s Clare Briggs’s Oh Skin-nay! from 1913:

Every drawing in the book accompanies a verse poem by Wilbur D. Nesbit, as does this one, which is this:

The picture and text, taken from Drawn & Quarterly’s pdf preview of their recent re-release, is quieter than a lot of other prints in the book but has all that’s needed to flesh out its unique narrative qualities.

Even though this is a bucolic scene – wooden house and paw prints – the scene is about two things: 1. the desire to have fun at all times, and 2. wanting to play outside immediately. So this is both a universal and the particular point of view that all children can relate to. Nearly every frame in the the book  – in film theory terms – is the the P.O.V. of Skin-nay character who is rarely shown. All the other kids in his town are always shouting his name, hollering for him to come outside because he’s always preoccupied or not allowed to come out for some often unspecified reason. The point is Skin-nay is not there, which makes his P.O.V. psychological and not realist.

All of these peaceful, pastoral scenes then are either the vision of someone who imagines that this is what’s happening when he hears someone call out his name (though that element too seems to add a level to the fantasy theory). Or this is some wonderful event for all the children of this small, early twentieth century mid-western town, except for Skin-nay, who we must conclude is going (something like) absolutely mad.

These are drawings of fantastic (literally: of a fantasy) fun. Is there a better definition for slapstick?

Consider what the mother says to Homer, the boy shouting for Skin-nay: “You needn’t play the whole day.” No mother says this. Also, and this is the linguistic element, all of the children say things the way that someone their age would spell them. Adults, who can spell, say everything without any dropped ‘g’s or extra syllables marked by hyphens. Look also at the way the animal prints in the image highlight the fact that the snow is fresh, taunting Skin-nay’s unfulfilled wishes and forbidden desires. So it’s no wonder that every frame in the book is fulled with an uncanny quantity of horseplay, tomfoolery, and memorable childhood craziness. It’s utopia, and it’s only utopia because for one person, it’s a prison:

Slapstick is not always about performance, but it is usually about seeing the impossible in the real.

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