HULKINGBEETLE

POSTERS& POEMS

Filling our pockets with ephemera // Issue One

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Welcome to our first publication.

Each issue features two unrelated themes covering

even more disparate topics. In Posters & Poems, we

discuss guilt, the overwhelming charm of Eli Wallach,

sad Polish guy, Allen Ginsburg, bad relationships,

Gossip Girl, manuscript, George Michael, and on.

It’s a tall order, but we can take it.

Figure 1: Beetle larvae

MOVIEPOSTERSSUCK

Heads without bodies floatingin the sky. Girls with guns andlong legs. We’re bored withthe formula. These help uskeep the faith.

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Yes, we enjoy Eureka’s cover more thanCriterion’s. The text treatment is far moreinteresting than a mere screenshot. It’shard to tell in this picure, but the designworks the actor’s faces in also--becausewe know who butters our bread.

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Painted and illustrated posters get mad love aroundhere. Add handwritten text and just take us home.

None of the beetles have seen this filmand we have no idea how it relates to themovie--but the obscured eyes, mutedcolors, and gonzo, nigh unreadable, typemakes us eager. The movie is probablythe exact opposite of this poster. Noteven Fellini can overpower Poland’sendless supply of the blues.

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We would be so ecstatic over the text as a desk ifwe were not completely dedicated to that fan. Itfills in for all that’s missing in the room. Also, thatlovely, hand-drawn, comic caper style from somany 70s posters but without packing in everyshennanigan is S-U-C-C-E-S-S.

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How one movie can have so many greatposters is a mystery. This is a favorite though,mostly for the vivid colors. We prefer faketans to sickly green, cool, alien tones.

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Besides the curious illustration--what do yougrope when getting down with a bug?--we really love the title treatment on this one. MostJapanese posters get clutered with random text,but this whole damn thing is elegant.

Apologies to Eli Wallach (how we adore you!), butthis stance makes us heady. This is a hard title todesign--see a dozen or so previous, uninspiring examples--but the throwaway text placement getsa lot of respect without getting in the way.

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He’s Saul Bass.

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forgottenthings

Hanging above 20th street a slight

cord--stray dust on the mirror

when shooting the sky.

Cord sky and crane frozen

as workers sit along the walls below.

A truck goes through, now

a row of men stuck too

to sandwiches. Everyone attracted

today to the sidewalk pavement lunch cart

traffic. Someone looks up

to the dark sliver above and stops

low at the sign on 18th, the street

pulling them back in tow.

For me there is only this shadow

squinting will not rend clear. The air

How Gravity Works

returning to summer after teasing

throats. A rush of colds

and on the bus enough coughs

so there's nowhere to stand, but walk

home through the tide to your voice--

for a moment shining, then withdrawn.

He wobbled from a bad angle

and slid into the curb, wailing

tires and a fierce chorus

of horns. First a sprawl

of battered limbs in the gutter.

Now a curse

then a grin before recounting

how his skin stained

the concrete red and brown

with a glaze of pus hot

and clear as tears.

Finishes

I ran my hand along the wall

and said to my friend I found a nail.

Tried pulling it out, pushing it up

and turning it loose from the stucco

but the rust and the cream

paint and the metal stayed put.

I’m always playing with forgotten things.

I said I swore I felt this thing move

but maybe it’s just my bones—fingers

red from gripping and tugging. He said

you keep pulling at them nails

and the whole wall’ll fall, so I lean back

and pry and see if it gives.

On Break