Statement Regarding Montreal Show

Regarding the show with Seth David Tobocman tonight at the Anarchist Book Fair in Montreal, I want to post this message that Eric had passed along for Seth to read:

Greetings from NYC! This is Eric Blitz; Both myself and J. Gonzalez-Blitz are sorry that we will not be performing tonight as the Direct Action Ensemble with Seth Tobocman. I was at this time denied a renewal of my passport. Such are the times we live in, and just like the work you will see and hear tonight, times like this have happened before over the years. My words to you are “The struggle continues”, “Power to the people” and as Seth can further elaborate, Make shit happen” Whenever there have been times like these, the word and the creations of artists of all disciplines get attacked.

I have worked with Seth since the early 2000’s, though we both come from the NYC art, music and activist underground of the early and mid 1980’s. enduring both good and bad. Tonight both J. and I want you to to actively watch and listen to the work in the great French issue of “War in the neighborhood” and decide for yourself if it is time to review the past, learn from it, and bring YOUR new…for the future which is NOW! MERCI!!!!!

In Solidarity
Eric Blitz

Also the passport guy looked something up and I’m marked as posting “incendiary art”? YOU post incendiary art! :p

Nah, just kidding, I’m sure something I drew could be taken in that manner or some shit, but FFS art isn’t SUPPOSED to be safe. Unless you want to spend you life drawing Hallmark cards and Summer’s Eve boxes or something. I dunno.

New York Scary Tale – Grave New World


Here’s another comic that initially first ran on Patreon, now being released into the wild. Remember, to see content first, or sometimes see content that’s not going up anywhere else, and help me on to more ambitious projects, won’t you consider becoming a patron?

So…our country is living through an even bigger paradigm shift these days than 9/11 was. If not bigger, than certainly stranger, in many ways.

Anarchist Book Fairs

It’s the stroke of midnight and we’ve finished a late dinner of Turkish food after a lengthy rehearsal…later today (at 4:15) me and Eric are Seth Tobocman as the Direct Action Ensemble at NYC’s Anarchist Book Fair at Judson Church, and again the week after nextk at an Anarchist Book Fair in Montreal.

It’s a good thing anarchists have such a press going on. The rest of the press has become a trainwreck.

Here’s a site with more info for the New York one:

My writing becomes more sparse as my mind switches over to thoughts that are almost exclusively sounds and pictures these days. Sometimes sensations. These used to be accompanied with dialog, or a narrator even, but these days there’s less and less of it.

Platform Edge from January or so…


Uploading comics that first ran exclusively on Patreon. This was back in January, but whatevs, he’s still as Dave Gahan puts it, “a cunt”.

Apologies to Matt Furie for my homage to Pepe The Frog, an originally very benign (if not too hygenic) comic character from his Boy’s Club series.

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I like this one, it’s got that “doomsday with the one you love” feel

Paisley Portal & Preexistential Crisis


So I’m recovering from another couple of days of dizzying migraines…my contributor copies of the Prince Coloring Book came yesterday afternoon from Feral House! But when this happens I can’t sit upright more than 5 minutes at a time, more or less. Eric read the forward Darius James wrote to me. Above is the drawing I did for the book.

Between us, me and Eric might have about 8 or 9 “preexisting conditions” on that ridiculous list from the proposed new healthcare bill that would make things impossible for us. Including the one that’s not a medical condition but a felonious crime.



“Jolts” are another good word for them that aren’t entirely accurate. Those shocks of fuschia and yellow that grip me, putting every pore on needles and pins, making the air electric, sucking all sound into one all consuming sine wave . It’s horrible. It’s agitating. My body jerks and writhes trying to shake these attacks off. Sometimes I think only water will disperse them. Sometimes I think only dirt and nighttime will bury them.