Just finished reading David Mack’s KABUKI graphic novel series, The Alchemy, and it is everything that is good and true and essential about art, story, and the twin worlds of spirit and imagination. A masterpiece on multiple levels, that keenly touches upon identity, loss, self-fulfillment, dreamscaping, inspiration, hope, compassion, and learning to trust in and abide by the trail of existential bread crumbs which generate patterns of personal meaning in the walking of one’s path.

What more can I say about Kabuki, this treasure found which has got the goblins in my brain doing cartwheels, and a thousand inner monkeys standing in for Hamlet and jitterbugging with a remixed Ophelia?

Kabuki: religions have been founded on less.

Kabuki, in which Gustav Klimt is channeled through medium savvy, and tours the Bardo hand in hand with the Sandman, while free jazz plays in a cubist lounge and melted crayons are offered in place of drink.

Kabuki o Kabuki, bopping and grooving to recursive pop (scratch … bring it back) bopping and grooving to recursive pop in a house of origami folding in on itself. Mirrors everywhere. The shape of broken water reflecting like water seeking its own level.

Kabuki destroying the snooze button. Offering solace to the disturbed, and compansionship to the lonely. Holding fast to dreams like milk and honey in the mouths of babes. Collage consciousness manifest, and paper cut outs from the ether.

Kabuki say (fortune cookie crumbles style): Quest is best. Leave here yesterday to find tomorrow now.