{"id":858,"date":"2010-06-02T02:30:00","date_gmt":"2010-06-02T02:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/?p=858"},"modified":"2013-07-29T07:00:34","modified_gmt":"2013-07-29T07:00:34","slug":"the-articulate-guy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/?p=858","title":{"rendered":"The Articulate Guy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I went to Tennessee to see my sister Meredith graduate, my mom brought up an old comic of mine from New Orleans. I wrote &#8220;The Articulate Guy&#8221;  in 2001-2002 when I was a junior and senior in high school. Those of you who chatted with me back in the &#8220;good old days&#8221; of AOL Instant Messenger will recall that &#8220;TheArticulateGuy&#8221; was my screename. These are some random pages:<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/img535.imageshack.us\/img535\/9071\/articulate1.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The Articulate Guy&#8221; is interesting on all kinds of levels. It is a comic about a high-schooler, told from the point of view of a college student <span>reminiscing<\/span> about when he was that high-schooler&#8217;s friend (back in high school), written by a high schooler (me, Everett) who had not even begun visiting colleges yet. I am fascinated not only by my own (surprisingly accurate) depiction of what college life would be like, but by the critical distance I forced upon myself as a writer, imagining how the environment I was immersed in would seem retrospectively. (This, as I understand it, is the Lacanian Imaginary, imagining how I might look to an outside observer who is nevertheless himself a product of my imagination.)<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/img17.imageshack.us\/img17\/1558\/articulate2.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>The story was basically this: a hapless transfer student makes a fool of himself every day at the beginning of math class, before the teacher arrives, waxing eloquent over a nameless beautiful girl in his English class. Though he speaks with a vocabulary far beyond his grade-level, he insists that when he actually tries to talk to this girl, he&#8217;s completely mute. (I would revisit this theme in my Kilmer-winning 2003 poem <a href=\"http:\/\/philolexian.blogspot.com\/2005\/11\/kilmer-2003.html\">&#8220;The Ballad of Sweet Donna Lee&#8221;<\/a>. Yeah, I was really into this theme for a while.) Eventually, his words so move the high schoolers that they too decide to start speaking their hearts and using big words. Except I never reached this somewhat Dead Poets-y conclusion. Why?<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/img10.imageshack.us\/img10\/8018\/articulate3.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>Because I myself went to college! The strength of this comic was ALL in the framed nature of the narrative &#8211; I admit, there was not a lot of tofu to the story itself. Once my artificial critical distance became <span>actual<\/span> critical distance, I could no longer view my life as a verbose but girl-shy high-schooler through a partial lens!<\/p>\n<p>Moreover, my art improved to the degree where I could no longer finish the comic with any sort of visual consistency. Looking back though, there are still some things I really love about it. My page layouts were much bolder than anything I&#8217;d allow myself today &#8211; chalk it up to youthful exuberance. I was really into Will Eisner at the time and loved using lots of borderless panels, meta-panels and free-floating vignettes. And there was something tender, something that still captures my imagination, in the way I so openly delved into characters inner emotional states (having demons represent their problems &#8211; other parts of the comic featured elaborate fantasy time-travel etc.) Especially compared to SNitLoE, where I have deliberately kept my characters emotionally mysterious and opaque. Sigh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I went to Tennessee to see my sister Meredith graduate, my mom brought up an old comic of mine from New Orleans. I wrote &#8220;The Articulate Guy&#8221; in 2001-2002 when I was a junior and senior in high school. Those of you who chatted with me back in the &#8220;good old days&#8221; of AOL [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[2,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-858","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/858","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=858"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/858\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=858"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=858"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.everettpatterson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=858"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}