If Superman were a real man, we’d have no problem letting him go. We’d see him fade with time, and we’d say, “that’s alright. Go gracefully off into the distance.”

But because he’s an idea, we see it as a failing of our own, if he should fall from glory. We didn’t love him enough. We didn’t treat him right.

It’s not anybody’s fault that Superman is a faded idea.

That’s just what happens to ideas. The sparkle, and fade fade. That’s what things do. 

Instead we’re left with this grim, ancient corpse on permanent life-support, every morning battling to stay afloat in an ocean of popular culture growing ever larger, and ever more complex. 

We wouldn’t force Charlie Chaplin, seventy-years past his prime, to dance on a stage, and to entertain us with new gags about cell-phones and current politics. We’d say, “go get some rest. You had your time in the sun, and now it’s time for someone else to do the job.”

Comics, man. It’s some complicated shit. 

For those of you just checking in with me here and now…

I am Savage Henry Lee. This is my blog, where I write dadaist beatnik prose, usually connected to themes of violence, sexuality, fire, kinetic motion, and 90’s-style cultural rebellion. 

I have Savage Selections, which is where I reproduce stuff I like that other people write.

I also have Savaged Text, which is where I put my really adult “Oh baby, I wanna get in your pants and do stuff and yeah like that,” sorta writing. Yeah.

There’s also Perpetrating Ontological Thuggery, which is where I reproduce funny images I see here. So there’s that. 

Off of Tumblr, my big thing is The Young Offenders, an online comic I’m the writer and co-creator on. I think we’re on a semi-permanent hiatus at this point, but it’s still some 60 pages of violence and darkness and nasty little kids being awesome.

And that’s about me!