“The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. MUSINGS [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]” MonstersNightmarePoetsJack Kirby Author:Robert E. Howard
“A wise man once said that when man eventually reaches the far end of the universe, he will undoubtedly find the name Jack Kirby signed in the lower right hand corner.” CreativityNew GodsJack KirbyMarv Wolfman Author:Marv Wolfman