Grant Snider - A Comic in Motion

p.s. My brother, Jerry, who is recovering from a back injury just sent this; his interpretation of my injured kitty, get well card possibly rendered by Grant as melancholy baby...by Picasso, a self-portrait...by Van Gogh as bored out of my mind...I see it as beautiful!

 

Our love and prayers, Jerry!

Grant Snider is the creator of Incidental Comics and the works below.  He has a sardonic appreciation for the writing process, the arts, life.

His works can be found in numerous publications including the New York Times.  He's known worldwide, and his fans are clamoring for a book of his works.  For now, each piece of art is available as a poster for $15.00 US dollars. What a wonderful gift!

If your muse is looking for inspiration, or just wishing to be entertained, she/he can visit his website, Incidental Comics, at http://www.incidentalcomics.com/.  Enjoy a glimpse of Grant Snider's world!

My favorite -- layer upon layer of writing wisdom/frustration

What writer cannot identify?

 

Who hasn't experienced any of the above at least once, if not all of the time?

Have actually done this...

 

Hilarious!

 

My second favorite

Where's the muse?

 

 

The Wrote & The Writ, Johnny Flynn

Lyrics to The Wrote & The Writ

They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's clean
The burden of being our holy fellows
Your halo better gleam, better gleam

 

Oh to all those wayward priests
The ones who like to drink
Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine
Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink

 

You wrote me oh so many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you

 

The weight of all those willing words
I carried all alone
You wouldn't put your pen to bed
When we hadn't found our own, our own

 

Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread

 

I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his flesh
I'm alone again before the altar
Sheddin' all my old regrets

 

The last of which I'll tell you now
As it flies down the sink
I never knew a part of you
You didn't set in ink, in ink

 

The letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Blood's between the pages
And I can't stand to see you bleed

 

I'll soon forget what was never there
Your words are ash and dust
All that's left is the song I've sung
The breath I've taken and the one I must

 

If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ
People of letters your warning stands clear
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear