![]() ![]() I can look at the little tuft of hair on Jon Arbuckle's head. and I mean every single time I look at the lines, the colors, the shapes that make up the three panel comic. The immense, enormous void is working all for one thing, to tell you one thing. It is like the comets, the cosmic orchestra that is up there over your head. I can only describe it as a miracle creation, something came together. That is what I call it, "The Pipe Strip."Įverything about it is perfect. I did not want my perceptions diluted, so I vowed to read the pipe strip over and over again. The strips lost their power, and eventually I stopped reading, but. "It would be meditative," I wrote, "the strength of that."īut. asking if Mister Jim Davis could somehow publish just the one comic, over and over again. ![]() I sent letters to PAWS Incorporated, long letters, pages upon pages. the strips seemed to resonate with me less and less. Well, from that point on, I made sure I read the Garfield comic strips, though as I read each one, as each day passed. Jim Davis, a cartoonist, had created a comic strip about a cat, Garfield. I use the local library and mail services to track down the information I was looking for. This strip, you see, had no mention of this man's name, and I'd never seen it before.īut I had these clues Jim Davis, Garfield.Īnd then I saw more, I spotted the tiny copyright mark in the upper left corner. ![]() I did not know, at the time, that his name was Jon. one: Garfield, orange cat, and two: Jim Davis, the creator of this cat. a signature in the bottom right corner, a man's name. Okay, that seemed to be the lynchpin of this whole operation, yes. The information I had was minimal, but enough. and it gripped me, I needed to find out more about this. I'll have to see this later." I snipped out the little comic, and held on to it. just like Jon, I was wearing an aquamarine shirt. I picked up the paper pages and saw, up somewhere near the top of this strip. I organized its sections for him and then, yes, the comic strip section fell out from somewhere in the middle, and landed on the kitchen floor. a newspaper had arrived, and I picked it up for him, and brought it inside. and when I first came across this comic strip, I was at my father's house. let us examine this from all sides, all perspectives. "Garfield!" he shouts.īut, let's take a step back. and from afar, and someplace near, but not clear. It is the man's pipe, it's Jon's pipe, but the cat. it's almost like divine intervention, suddenly it is there, and it overpowers you. I'm older now, and I still don't have the secrets, the answers, so this question still rings true, Jon looks up and he thinks.Īnd then it happens. I always come to this, because I was a young man. His newspaper's in his lap now, and he thinks this. What is it? It is something he needs, but it is not there.Īnd then he looks up, slightly cockeyed, and he thinks. he taps his fingers on an end table, and he feels for something. and then he extends his fingers lightly, delicately. comfortable in his home, and he reads his newspaper. Jon Arbuckle, he sits here, legs crossed. What is this doing to me? Why is this so powerful?" I clipped it, and every day, I looked at it, and I said "Okay. So, this strip I saw this man, Jon, and the cat, Garfield, you see. You can look at everything as a man and a cat. When I see the world, the politics, the future, the. I will get to this later, but first let us say that he's Jon, a plain man. and there it was before me in print, I saw it. ![]() no more than maybe a month and a half since inception, since. The strip, Garfield, the comic strip was new. a three panel comic strip that, though simple as it seemed, changed me. 18 years old, I saw for the first time in my life. ![]()
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