Eat, ink, and be merry, for tomorrow you may die.

Eat, ink, and be merry, for tomorrow you may die.

If you like to read books while wearing clothes, may I suggest this teeshirt for your next excursion to a poetry reading at your local hipsters’ coffee-house? Simultaneously freak out your parents AND impress your few remaining friends for only $14 USD while this sale lasts … that’s cheaper than joining a cult or smoking banana peels, kids, and a heck of a lot more profitable for me! And frankly, if Pierre Menard had a beard and worked as a barista in Brooklyn, he’d be wearing this teeshirt.

If you like to read books while wearing clothes, may I suggest this teeshirt for your next excursion to a poetry reading at your local hipsters’ coffee-house? Simultaneously freak out your parents AND impress your few remaining friends for only $14 USD while this sale lasts … that’s cheaper than joining a cult or smoking banana peels, kids, and a heck of a lot more profitable for me! And frankly, if Pierre Menard had a beard and worked as a barista in Brooklyn, he’d be wearing this teeshirt.


"When the more courageous Victorian gentleman "came out of the closet," he often found that the contents of his closet had beaten him to it. The amorous gigantism of inanimate objects was that domestic love which dared not speak its name and an Englishman’s trouser pockets or even Gladstone bag was the scene of many a furtive, orgiastic bacchanal such as might have made Caligula blush." — Max Beerbohm

You thought Victorian literature was boring, huh? Get the salacious goods on Carrollian anapests and all the other naughty bits of my GN version of The Hunting of the Snark at my blog or at Melville House.

"When the more courageous Victorian gentleman "came out of the closet," he often found that the contents of his closet had beaten him to it. The amorous gigantism of inanimate objects was that domestic love which dared not speak its name and an Englishman’s trouser pockets or even Gladstone bag was the scene of many a furtive, orgiastic bacchanal such as might have made Caligula blush." — Max Beerbohm

You thought Victorian literature was boring, huh? Get the salacious goods on Carrollian anapests and all the other naughty bits of my GN version of The Hunting of the Snark at my blog or at Melville House.


Each line in this drawing has been curated by an artisanal, free-range surrealist whose most recent appearance on Oprah persuaded a visibly moved Scarlett Johansson to donate the fee from her latest blockbuster film to anyone who could make it all stop.

To read more about my GN version of The Hunting of the Snark, go to my blog or order direct from Melville House.

Each line in this drawing has been curated by an artisanal, free-range surrealist whose most recent appearance on Oprah persuaded a visibly moved Scarlett Johansson to donate the fee from her latest blockbuster film to anyone who could make it all stop.

To read more about my GN version of The Hunting of the Snark, go to my blog or order direct from Melville House.


"… we entered a smoke-filled room of Oxford dons dressed in tattered druidic mufti and mumbling in broken anapests as the one they called Lewis Carroll repeatedly plunged his golden sickle into the sawdust breast of a child’s doll whom he addressed as Mister Chuckles." — Lytton Strachey, Lives of the Eminent Victorians

To further grok the mind-numbing implications of all of the above, read myHunting of the Snark blog or even purchase a copy of my GN version of theSnark, available only from Melville House.

"… we entered a smoke-filled room of Oxford dons dressed in tattered druidic mufti and mumbling in broken anapests as the one they called Lewis Carroll repeatedly plunged his golden sickle into the sawdust breast of a child’s doll whom he addressed as Mister Chuckles." — Lytton Strachey, Lives of the Eminent Victorians

To further grok the mind-numbing implications of all of the above, read myHunting of the Snark blog or even purchase a copy of my GN version of theSnark, available only from Melville House.

They can’t read so they’ll never know how much you hate ‘em when you wear this. Buy the teeshirt here, only $14 for the next 72 hours.

They can’t read so they’ll never know how much you hate ‘em when you wear this. Buy the teeshirt here, only $14 for the next 72 hours.

Buy the teeshirt here, only $14 for the next 72 hours … it makes a great mouth gag or even an ad hoc hood for investment-banker-hostages.

Buy the teeshirt here, only $14 for the next 72 hours … it makes a great mouth gag or even an ad hoc hood for investment-banker-hostages.

Go ahead, pop the hood (or bonnet) on any late-model Druid. Whaddya see? Lewis Carroll.
It’s always Lewis Carroll. Even when it’s not. Especially when it’s not.
If your stockpile of hallucinogens is running low and reality’s starting to bum you out with its insistent demands to go outside for a walk, read my Hunting of the Snark blog or even purchase a copy of my GN version of the Snark, available only from Melville House. My Snark doesn’t shed and it can go through the doors of perception without any additional adjustment to your TV set.

Go ahead, pop the hood (or bonnet) on any late-model Druid. Whaddya see? Lewis Carroll.

It’s always Lewis Carroll. Even when it’s not. Especially when it’s not.

If your stockpile of hallucinogens is running low and reality’s starting to bum you out with its insistent demands to go outside for a walk, read my Hunting of the Snark blog or even purchase a copy of my GN version of the Snark, available only from Melville House. My Snark doesn’t shed and it can go through the doors of perception without any additional adjustment to your TV set.

mattmaddensketch:

I really want this palm-activated eyedropper for loading up your ruling pen, from A Manual of Engineering Drawing for Students and Draftsmen by Thomas E. French, M.E., D.Sc., Fourth Edition, 1929.

mattmaddensketch:

I really want this palm-activated eyedropper for loading up your ruling pen, from A Manual of Engineering Drawing for Students and Draftsmen by Thomas E. French, M.E., D.Sc., Fourth Edition, 1929.

blackballoonpublishing:

HOLY MOLY. Melville House is having a $1 to $5 backlist blowout sale at their office in Dumbo from 12PM-9PM. 
Now we know where we’re heading on the way home from work…

Stock up on The Hunting of the Snark and J.C. Valtat’s steampunk, lucky Brooklynites!

blackballoonpublishing:

HOLY MOLY. Melville House is having a $1 to $5 backlist blowout sale at their office in Dumbo from 12PM-9PM. 

Now we know where we’re heading on the way home from work…

Stock up on The Hunting of the Snark and J.C. Valtat’s steampunk, lucky Brooklynites!

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