So. I showed this to a friend, who commented on how it hadn't aged well, which got me to thinking about comic books. These stories were, after all, written for kids. I can well picture writers going to their kids, "Well, what do you want superboy to do?" and then writing out the replies as stories. The intent was to entertain children in an age when children were the audience of comic books. Shocking, I know, but it did exist. Granted, I do wonder what the artists thought upon getting these scripts ....
All of which gets me wondering about children's fiction and how it shouldn't age well. The genre is written to entertain children and what children like alters from decade to decade, often depending on what adults believe the children want, marketing and so forth. I imagine most children's stories of this era that class as pop culture would fare as poorly in the future.
then the desire is not to write.
- Hugh Prather
Showing posts with label Superman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Superman. Show all posts
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Monday, September 17, 2007
On Supermen
We mock, and it is too easy
to peel back confused decades
to lay bare the foolishness
at the root of all gods.
Reverence is always harder
tinged with all a symbol
never was, could have been,
and how no one remembers
anything quite the same.
And for all our sarcasm
who would not want to be
flying so far and free
and never hurt at all.
to peel back confused decades
to lay bare the foolishness
at the root of all gods.
Reverence is always harder
tinged with all a symbol
never was, could have been,
and how no one remembers
anything quite the same.
And for all our sarcasm
who would not want to be
flying so far and free
and never hurt at all.
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