I wish to hell I could draw. It's an infinitely frustrating task to have all of these images in my head, snapshotted and framed perfectly in my little comic book mind, and not be able to investigate them. To not be able to flush (flesh?) them out and give them some sort of mortality.

I watched American Movie last night and nearly threw up. Not because it was so horrible (it was) but because that moronic sonuvabitch had MADE something. In three years, his pile of manure actually stood as something (something rife with bad dialogue and painfully sloppy editing, mind you) that my little baby can't even compare to.

I'm doomed to continue this, aren't I? Stuck in a masturbatory narrative I can crawl into and never have to risk exposing to anyone.

Grrr. Hulk smash.

Enkidu, the Mesopotamian prototype for the Natural Man, the Lord of the Forests and Wild Life who is fundamentally one with Nature, is perhaps one of the most enduring archetypes of the human psyche, but whose origin is generally not traced as far back as Mesopotamia. This is what we are doing now, because who can tell how many times the story of the Wondrous Stranger whose Strength is Unmatched and is captivated by the Transcendent Feminine has been retold and in what ways? Countless times, but Enkidu and Shamhat were the first, and after him them came all the others, including Tarzan and Jane, to name one of the most popular encounters of this kind.

Thus, as the Lord of the Forests, Open Spaces and Wild Beasts, he brings us the gifts of strength, vitality and energy which is expressed naturally, without constraints or filters. This is clearly seen in his image as he appears in the first tablets of the Epic of Gilgamesh. He also teaches us to reconnect with the deepest sources of inspiration and delight that are found in the Physical World, the rush of exultation for being alive and free to experience life as a manifestation of Senses.

I've been completely wrong about Enkidu. He's better off silent. Keeping his head down at the zoo. A quiet stranger. A mysterious element. The wildman who tends to the exotic animals but disappears into the night. The caveman Boo Radley.