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Lobster Girl Singing

Lobster Girl singing. Day. … The lobster lives

and dies, struggles and adapts, and all the while deepens
the ocean to preserve the imagination of the universe: the first-order random text is selected, and certain statistical properties are zero. A day is late. The
           old man

uses the ‘+’ and ‘-’ buttons to increase or decrease
the wall of code with a lengthening shadow
despite Maldoror’s scream.

OK Lobster Girl. OK. So cold is the dream in spots that the temperature
plunges to -140° and the iciest lobster grows 9,200
feet thick. I chant like the broken hearts and the insects,

dimming the sun,
milking the sky of its cobalt
gaze. Few fingers go like narrow

laughs (I’ve seen the god rise behind the mask’s what
I’m trying to say, yo), the original angel who
spends as much time working on the source files as the

poem/disguise, and all space is endlessly divided thus into circles and triangles inscribed one within another, combining and moving in harmony, and changing into one another in a geometrically inconceivable manner. A sound accompanies
           this luminous movement,

and I suddenly realize it is I who am making it. “It’s a glorious ride”
“… a glorious ride” … “… a glorious ride” …
O Lobster. O Lobster. The lobsters grow wings, making possible a variety of

vegetation from tiny flowers to massive woods
that resist the face of the earth. And yet there is day.
O those virgin boys and their high notes

and those poor little pups (Love, Fur and Poetry!) burrowing under sofas and
whimp’ring.
From Bénabou’s algorithmed “Aphorismes”:

9. Beauty is the continuation of patience by other means.
10. Hatred of ignorance is no other than love of the rhythm.
O Lobster, one last time: The sea continuously jerks off. Continuously means
           continuously. We can only guess what

happens to our files after they leave our site.

[Note: I sampled bits from Frank Lima, Inventory, from various daily blog stops, from C T Funkhouser, Prehistoric Digital Poetry: An Archaeology of Forms, 1959-1965, from New Media Poetics (eds. Adalaide Morris and Thomas Swiss), from Douglas Kahn, Noise Water Meat: A History of Sound in the Arts. And other stuff. Form more or less (less is more) follows the original.

Specific sources: Frank Lima, “Lobster”; Angela Genusa, “Note’s From Monday Morning’s Staff Meeting”, at Tijuana Taxidermied Typewriter, 11 August 2008; Theo Lutz, in Funkhouser; “Auto-Beatnik”, in Funkhouser; Marcel Bénabou, “Aphorismes”, in Funkhouser; Adalaide Morris, “New Media Poetics”, in Morris/Swiss, and Brian Kim Stefans, in Morris’s footnote 39; Kenneth Goldsmith, “The Bride Stripped Bare: Nude Media and the Dematerialization of Tony Curtis”, in Morris/Swiss; Kahn; René Daumal, as quoted by Kahn; Georges Bataille, “The Solar Anus”, as quoted by Kahn; John Gallagher, “Only Lovers & Believers, Please: Ars Poetica I”, at ars poetica; Eileen Tabios’ sign-off at the end of her editor’s intro to Galatea Resurrects #9. (Hommage à Frank Lima)]

LIVING WITH INFORMATION

      – after Eileen R Tabios’ ‘The Secret Life of an Angel’
         (-after Jose Garcia Villa’s ‘Girl Singing’)

Singing sands. Time. The state quarter

of a city with panics performed
by an interactive light show
desperate for an eclipse.

Opening ceremony! I borrow audio,
vacuum mantra activities linked
with wishes getting closer

to finding a history, more
colour burnt on the true black
sky. The conservative adopts

definitions, shouts phrases
of revelation, ready to succeed.
“Actually, it’s a peninsula,”

and heaven can be found in the
whirlwind. “Each player faces
the universe, aspires to honesty

and logic.” I found your button.
Welcome. The truth is about living:
“Turn your head, confess your

secret. Become a terrorist and
ask the world a question.”
Fake history. I put myself in

your hands as you protect
your assets, block out bleeds.
Frustration and melodrama spill

over specific places and events;
inside the guestbook, the project
resolves but the butterfly does not

want to be free. I do not like
your christians, they are not mine
unless I radically change my mind

seek haven with a full head of steam.

      (by and © Rupert M Loydell)

[Rupert writes: “i fed the poem in phrase by phrase [2 or 3 words] to google and chose something from the screen that appeared. then did a little tweaking for tense and punctuation...

so a kind of controlled, intuitive and oblique mis-translation!”]

400 Miles N Of Angeltown (An Autopoietic View)

“The roses are fat like you too beautiful!”

Death’s shadow is white

Like blank paper, I guess

The kids whirl round on the tire swing til one boy pukes

From a song: sampling is like sending a what to yourself from the sonic debris of a possible future

What good am I if I’m not a fish?

A loaf of bread?

Feathers hang from the fingers of an immigrant

Are my lips made of bullets?

Love what is good

       As if bumping into furniture

Live feed:

The human neck already bears two heads

                        Poof!

               Dance of the Garden Gnomes

               duet for Bassoon and French horn

               performed up tempo

A golden haze over everything

Like the HermAphroditē I saw            dancing in the Mask

[Note: Sources: some of the items purchased in the Bay Area between 8-10 August 2008, and JBR interpolations. Brandon Downing, “Lászlo”, in Dark Brandon; Edmond Jabès, “Page Without Date, Undateable”, in The Book of Margins (tr. Rosmarie Waldrop); Frank Lima, “Bread & Water”, in Inventory: New & Selected Poems; Jerome Rothenberg, “The Immigrant”, in Triptych; Norman Fischer, “Tuesday, 28 August”, in Success; McKenzie Wark, Dispositions; Richard Dove, in his intro to his translation of Friederike Mayröcker, Raving Language: Selected Poems 1946 – 2006; Tyler Doherty, “Three for Q.E. II on her Golden Jubilee”, in Bodhidharma Never Came to Hatboro & Other Poems, Joan Jonas, I Want to Live in the Country (And Other Romances), as quoted by Susan Morgan, in Joan Jonas, I Want to Live in the Country (And Other Romances)]

Girl Singing (Textual Authority Beep Remix)

Girl Singing (T…Beep Remix)

      (by and © Ernesto Priego)

[Note: Ernesto writes: “Inspired by Peter M. W. Robinson's essay on textual authority, this remix using iPhoto...”]

(another angel (nearly) hear)

“this doesn't remain”
(keep) looking
salt marks
wash’d (quietly)
once (corner)
feel “my baby broke”
water spilling
remain (ing) gaze’t
up (insane)
“AH!! AH!!”
(post) hypnotic ‘bliquely
foot trip
(trip)
“get your butt up”
light (one)
clear
hands behind
(feel) hold
(up)
“that's one straight back, there”
hang finger
(latent) plot’d
(as) character (s)
‘presenting (repress)
myth’t “whether, it does”
virgin't (up)
wind’d change
wash off (sandy)
leg/ankles burn't
“not hearing, not”
plunge’t
seek (d)
feather falling
(heaven) ‘bliquely
“ah, Ah…”
product (show)
unstable (ble)
“figure'd remaining,
yeah”
normally (eval)
intent
(tion) once
(women) card (s)
less text’d
permeable (geo)
“so you swallow?”
bound’d rubbing
red’r (out of)
hole
(cave) moment
(by four)
nail (ing)
broke’t baby’t
“great a great big”

      (by and © harry k stammer)

“Even though even” View of “Girl Singing”

Even though even

Sacraments are mysterious

Recall her last journey to Mexico and the episode by the road where she remarked how good the sun felt on her cunt

So at sunset the clouds went nuts

They thought they were a text of radius r and length l

A maybe gold coffin suspended in space

A karaoke Cluster Chord Omega

There’s a volcano snow-capped in the air some twenty miles from here / in lit clear air

Prolonging the formal implications of the expressive act

Absolute time becomes dream machine flicker

When I got back from that party, I cut all my hair off, leaving green, foot long dreads on the floor

But the bouquet you made of doorknobs, long nails for their stems

Shark paint in the skull-like flowers

The author’s words have now, in effect, flown free from the page on which they are written

Skipping down what could have been these slopes

The field is thus constituted inside itself as a figure of its own absence

But what, after all, does it mean to say that something is “literally invisible”?

To say be you, these must be them, also

Buzz buzz buzz buzz; buzz buzz

Ransack the data calls to mind a drag queen, whose “covered” voice has finally been released

Asking had we seen [possessive pronoun’s] many molecules (famous for escaping)

For if one body is distinct from another

And looking at me with a silly grin

My dear salacious friend, if you have a moment we would very much like to talk to you

Roll – trill – flip flip – and all I do is wiggle my toes in leisure / leisure village

In the suburbs with the butterflies

“What do the ‘voo-doos’?” or “What is this ‘somethin’?”

Ashes on my open book

Mitsein differend

Rummaging through photographs who had been spared a face but twined with ivy

One reason children and lovers on St Valentine’s Day exchange heart-shaped candies bearing brief messages

We all like looking at each other

A sanctuary takes us in, the last of the legs keep dangling

A self-identified forty-two-year-old male “Assistant VP” reported a similar experience

Authenticity is clearly a moving target

AND T SILLY (heard) i n s paren thesis [flattened into one line]

As Novalis put it, “We have outgrown the age of generally valid forms”

Hetero-reference is reduced more and more to the “unmarked space”

The sight of a thigh-bone protruding from an upturned, burnt-out car

Nicked by the light alone, diamonded / by the light     .     from which the sun / alone lifts undamped his wings   

Trip[s] the geist

If we tried to leave, would being naked help us?

We

Boom my   my   my   my   my   had to have had to have had them

And yet, there is no immunity without autoimmunity

Globalization shows both immunitary strength and an autoimmune weakness

How does the air / come to pulse / like a muscle

Collapsing the even movement of the clock

–Then–when the naively prolific accuse me of a lack of imagination–“Jesuitical caffeine” –how make a reliable business of it?–with tats, provided I could croon like an Asbury Park Klaus Nomi

Also

When ,

When juiced in alembic straits–

Aching information’s dumb tide

(The foetus can hear inside the mother’s womb)

Aspires to condition of music & ends up writing nature into existence ……….possibly virtually all vanished in simultaneous extensive word space

The lovely lightness is quite gone through thee

This piece of storm in our city’s entrails

Ghosts follow other ghosts / up climbing stairs of wind, / across black stands of pine / to the last source of loss

Without any recourse

Laser line skips optic control gate: “We see you, sexy baby!!!”

System adapts well

… 

He who is guided by reality adapts and evolves / / like neo-Kong cinema in out-of-the-way Chinese theaters / on badly subtitled video

Boom boom boom

Boom boom boom boom

This has enormous political consequences, which we do not have time to deal with now

But if we had time, I would try to show what the equivocal consequences would be of

Yet another stick with which to beat us “For Change” for sure

(Cf. the … the sense of smell in sexual life)

The doors open and close …

The house trembles

[PART TWO]

He tried to use photolithography (considered a lowly commercial cousin of fine-art lithography) to make a print based on his birth certificate, which featured his newborn footprint

He would have titled it FIRST PRINT

Halfway through his residency the workshop’s exasperated director was prompted to ask him, “What is this crap you’re trying to put over here?”

A plausibility

Analogy to “quick” sand

Blue patches breaking clouds up in the late afternoon

Sprays of light can bear their own weight or lift something heavy

They can, like a golden envelope, surround an object or, like a glistening worm, move inside it

Sooner call nothing without shape

We b*t*e the the

On the JE NE SAIS QUOI, see Il ‘non so che’

It might be a piece of tongue, or something severed from us

At what moment does the narrator speak?

T0

Hash out–

Lock in–

He’s not making up funny desperate American characters in a spectacular flat American small town nowhereland somewhere inside his head

Another psalmist says “My tears have been my bread day and night” as if it were possible to live on the salt in teardrops

Follies all right great here is as pleased are like all said

Which both never leaves itself and never arrives at itself

Think on this when prayers fall like thick paint on dry asphalt

We are not conscious of the proto-self

Language is not part of the structure of the proto-self

The proto-self has no powers of perception and holds no knowledge

And as to laughter, if you allow it in one place (Sixties hagiography), you must, I think, allow it in another (radical worship vasectomy)

You have built a mountain of something, / Thoughtfully pouring all your energy into this single monument, / Whose wind is desire starching a petal, / Whose disappointment broke into a rainbow of tears

The not-yet of extraterrestrial subjectivity

Passions and sensations succeed each other

They kissed like tarantulas beneath an infinite sky

Insurgent materiality

For a long time / after that / there was no argument

Dots, splotches, flashes and slabs of colour

O.K.

Meaning what I just said confers with this but a licking sound

‘Re-emotionalization’

The action is interrupted, the situation tense

Errit, hist / well, deafening – smoothing hegel means of a formal

Cavett bladened writers braids monitering career beads all torn plank kerouac paisle achilles

(A sill / of crays) …

My occupation can be described as the ERECTION OF HOLLOW GODS

Dismembered gods

Plaster gills

I promise you won’t find our flesh a theme without variations

APPLAUSE

Compliant enough to include everything

For a free catalogue write to

Recall her last journey to Mexico and the episode by the road where she remarked how good the sun felt on her cunt

[Note: I took the verbs in Alan Baker’s “Girl Singing  Singing” in order, matched each with a word beginning with the same letter from in the “Directory of Alternative Terms for ‘Intertext’, ‘Intertextuality’” found at the end of Mary Orr, Intertextuality: Debates and Contexts; used a bit of simple gematria to connect them with a page number in From the Other Side of the Century: A New American Poetry 1960-1990 (ed. Douglas Messerli), In the American Tree, 2nd ed. (ed. Ron Silliman),  or Language for a New Century: Contemporary Poetry From the Middle East, Asia, and Beyond (eds. Tina Chang, Nathalie Handal, and Ravi Shankar), rotating between them,and lifted a line or two from that page; took a book from a stack by the side of my desk (gathered for another, failed, project), found the same page number in that book, and lifted a line or two (if the same page number did not occur in the book from the stack, I did some more gematria to find an appropriate page). I also threw in bits from Rodrigo Toscano, Platform, Brian Kim Stefans, Kluge: A Meditation, and Other Works, and Rodney Koeneke, Musee Mechanique, and 2000 BC: The Bruce Conner Story Part II (found semi-inexplicably in the pile of books from the failed project) in the 3rd of every 3 sets. When the failed project stack hit bottom, I switched to the books I picked up at an estate sale the morning of 3 August, then to the other stack(s) on the floor of my “office”. This is now known as the ETE transformation. I did not correct gematric or other errors that had interesting results. If nothing else, the pile of books from the failed project is dedicated to Eileen.

Sets and sources:  singing/salvation: Susan Howe, “Silence Wager Stories”, Robert M Mazzola, “Kathy Acker and Literary Madness: erecting a pornographic shell”, in Devouring Institutions: The Life Work of Kathy Acker (ed. Michael Hardin); singing/sampling (music): Stephen Rodefer, “Codex”, J Scott Turner, The Tinkerer’s Accomplice: How Design Emerges from Life Itself; reaches/ready-made: Sarah Gambito, “Scene: a Loom”, Katayoon Zandvakili, “The Eglantine Deal”, Deborah Wong, “Plugged in at Home: Vietnamese American Technoculture in Orange County”, in Music and Technoculture (eds. René T A Lysloff and Leslie C Gay, Jr), Rodrigo Toscano, “In-Formational Forum Rousers – Arcing (Satire No. 4)”; skipping/summa: George Oppen, “”Resort”, DJ Spooky, Rhythm Science; singing/synaesthesia;  Rae Armantrout, “Tone”, Stephen Rodefer, “Words in Works in Russian”, Mark Rose, “The Author in Court: Pope v. Curll (1741)”, in The Construction of Authorship: Textual Appropriation in Law and Literature (eds. Martha Woodmansee and Peter Jaszi); insist/imposture: Fawzia Afzal-Khan, “Amazing Grace”, Rosalind Krauss, as quoted by Harry Polkinghorn, and Polkinghorn himself, in Harry Polkinghorn, “Space Craft: Collage Discourse”, in Collage: Critical Views (ed. Katherine Hoffman), Brian Kim Stefans, “Kluge: A Meditation”; chant/cut and paste: Jack Spicer, “Thing Language”; David Metzer, Quotation and Cultural Meaning in Twentieth-Century Music (the latter bit is actually one page from that gematrically called for);  will/world wide web: Tom Mandel, “All These Examples”,  Christopher Miller, “Trait d’union: Injunction and Dismemberment in Yambo Ouoluguem’s Le devoir de violence”, as quoted in Marilyn Randall, Plagiarism: Authorship, Profit, and Power; become/boredom: Charles Olson, “Monday, November 26, 1962”, from The Maximus Poems, Pierre Valdagne, as quoted in Françoise Meltzer, Hot Property: The Stakes and Claims of Literary Originality, Rodney Koeneke, “My Blog”; keep/knot/knotting; Rae Armantrout, “Tone”, Ming-Qian Ma, mostly quoting Louis Zukofsky, in “A “no man’s land”: Postmodern Citationality in Zukofsky’s “Poem Beginning ‘The’””, in Upper Limit Music: The Writing of Louis Zukofsky (ed. Mark Scroggins) (actually one page from that gematrically called for); dimming/dialogism: Tina Chang, “Origin & Ash”, Avital Ronell, “Kathy Goes to Hell: On the Irresolvable Stupidity of Acker’s Death”, in Lust for Life: On the Writings of Kathy Acker (eds. Amy Scholder, Carla Harryman, Avital Ronell); milking/muses: Aaron Shurin, “Foreward or Back”, Barry Ahearn, Zukofsky’s “A”: An Introduction, Joan Rothfuss, Escape Artist”, in 2000 BC; worn/writing: Peter Seaton, “The Son Master”, Mark Katz, Capturing Sound: How Technology Has Shaped Music (the latter bit is actually one page from that gematrically called for);  let/logogriph: Hannah Weiner, “LITTLE BOOK 107 May 13 77” from Little Books / Indians (the latter bit is actually one page from that gematrically called for), Niklas Luhmann, Art as a Social System (tr. Eva M Knodt); fell/fetish: R Cheran, “I Could Forget All This”, WC Williams, Paterson 4, as quoted in Elizabeth Gregory, Quotation and Modern American Poetry: “Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads”, Rodrigo Toscano, “Blue-Green Superfund Roundelay”; fell/free indirect speech:  John Ashbery, “Hotel Lautréamont”, Luigi Luca Cavalli Sforza, Genes, Peoples, and Languages; whispered/wit: Bruce Andrews, “I Guess Work the Time Up”, Giovanna Borradori, Philosophy in a Time of Terror: Dialogues with Jürgen Habermas and Jacques Derrida; lost/lyric: Eileen Tabios, “Tercets from The Book of Revelation”,  James Elkins, Pictures & Tears, Brian Kim Stefans, “The Further Adventures of Oedipa Mess in the Countess Second’s Flat”; wish/wisdom literature: Robert Creeley, “Body”, Luce Irigaray, Thinking the Difference for a Peaceful Revolution; play/psychoanalytic/psychoanalysis: Robert Grenier, “Notes on Coolidge, Objectives, Zukofsky, Romanticism, and &”, Dante, The New Life (tr. D G Rosetti); reply/reader (as text): Gemino H Abad, “Jeepney”, Dom Moraes, “Gondwana Rocks”, Jacques Brunschvig, “Skepticism”, in A Guide to Greek Thought: Major Figures and Trends (eds. Jacques Brunschvig and Geoffrey E R Lloyd, tr. under the direction of Catherine Porter), Rodney Koeneke, “”Neo Adapts Badly”; singing/sound byte: Robert Grenier, “B Boom”, Jacques Derrida, in Deconstruction in a Nutshell: A Conversation With Jacques Derrida (ed. John Caputo); insist/introit: Ron Silliman, “Afterword”, Sigmund Freud, Civilization and its Discontents; proclaim/plunder: Ayukawa Nobuo, “In a Dilapidated House” (trs. Leza Lowitz and Shogu Oketani), Soren Kierkegaard, Repetition (trs. Howard V Hong and Edna H Hong), Joan Rothfuss, Escape Artist”, in 2000 BC; scoff/substitution: Ron Silliman, Tjanting, Elaine Scarry, Dreaming by the Book; watched/weaving: James Sherry, “In Case”, Benedetta Craveri, The Age of Conversation (tr. Teresa Waugh); singing/syllepsis: Abbas Beydoun, “White Lie” (tr. Fady Joudah), Umberto Eco, Six Walks in the Fictional Woods, Rodrigo Toscano, “Notes on the Great Strike of ‘97”; risked/ready-made: Michael Brownstein, “Paris Visitation”, James Elkins, Pictures & Tears; hedged/helix: Bruce Andrews, ”Funnels In”, Jacques Derrida, “Ulysses Gramophone”, in Acts of Literature (ed. Derek Attridge); muster/mashal: Tsering Wangmo Dhompa, “One more say”, as quoted by Nathalie Handal, Antonio Damasio, The Feeling of What Happens: Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness, Brian Kim Stefans, “Blabbermouth Night”; hear/hypogram: John Ashbery, “These Lacustrine Cities”, Kelly Oliver, in The Portable Kristeva (ed. Oliver); lost/laïs: Michael Palmer, “Echo (a commentary)”, IDavid Bromige, “My Poetry”, Lisa Gabrielle Mark, “The Binding Factor: The Maternal Gaze of Marlene Dumas”, in Marlene Dumas: Measuring Your Own Grave (“organized by” Cornelia Butler); unfurled/Ursprache: Kedernath Singh, “An Argument About Horses” (tr. Vinay Dharwadker), Bruce Chatwin, as quoted in James Meyer, “Hodgkin’s Body”, in Howard Hodgkin (ed. Nicholas Serota),  Rodney Koeneke, “Evil Dummy” (actually one page from that gematrically called for); rise/rupture: Diane Ward, “Approximately”, Lorand Hegyi, “The Possibility of Emotional Painting: Sean Scully’s Hidden Narrative”, in Sean Scully: A Retrospective; betray/boredom: Susan Howe, “P Inman, Platin”, Howe quoting Inman, Eduardo Paolozzi, as quoted in Brandon Taylor, Collage: The Making of Modern Art; unfurling/utterance: Monzer Masri, “A Dusty Skull” (tr. by the author), Walid Bitar, “A Moral Climate”, Bruce Conner (title of a work, 1966); changed/cipher: Dennis Phillips, Means, Atlas Press advertisement on last page of Oulipo Compendium (eds. Harry Matthews and Alastair Brotchie)]

Girl Singing (Wordle Cloud Remix)

Girl Singing (W…loud Remix)

      (by and © Ernesto Priego)

[Note: Ernesto writes: “I just randomized and randomized and randomized using wordle.net …”]

Girl Singing (Bubbl Remix)

Bubblus_Girl_Si…ubbl_Remix)

      (by and © Ernesto Priego)

[Note: Ernesto writes: “Here's another one, using bubbl.us. I had attempted one some weeks ago, but rejected the result. Then saw Dave Bonta's blog today, and decided to give it another go”]

Girl Singing (Fractal Geometry Remix)

Girl Singing (F…etry Remix)

      (by and © Ernesto Priego)

[Note: see Ernesto’s comments re: his thesis, Robinson, etc., appended to “Girl Singing (Portsmouth Angels Remix)”. He adds: “The Fractal Geometry Remix was made by increasing the font's size of the text using a word processor and then taking screen shots of whatever I could see in the full screen. I then used the images in a Comic Life layout, exported it to iPhoto, et cetera”]

Girl Singing (Portsmouth Angels Remix)

Girl Singing (P…gels Remix)

      (by and © Ernesto Priego)

[Note: Ernesto writes: “I was reading this from my thesis, and it immediately made me think of my experience with your 1000 Views of ‘Girl Singing’:

“In fact, the closer we look at a text, the more variation we see. It is not only that there is more variation: the text itself changes depending on how closely we are looking at it.

[...]

“The text, then, changes depending on how we look at it. There is an interesting analogy to this in the exotic worlds of subatomic physics and fractal geometry. When scientists first began to measure the mass or charge of quantum particles, they found something very strange. If you looked at the quantum particle from a long distance, it had a definite mass. But if you looked a the particle from a microscopic distance, as in a high-energy accelerator, the effective mass of the particle changed: it might be either greater or smaller than its mass as seen from a long distance. How can something as apparently fixed as mass change, depending on whether we look at it from close-up or from a distance?”

     -Peter. M. W. Robinson, “Is There a Text in These Variants?”

The Portsmouth Angels Remix was made out of memory. I looked for "Girl" in my computer's Finder and the photo of these girls I took in Portsmouth came up first. I took the picture because it looked like the girls were fascinated with the sky, or as if they were looking at something up there (they were probably just looking at the sea, in front of them). The transcription was made out of memory; the lines that I have managed to memorize from Eileen's poem. I used Comic Life to put it all together and then exported it to iPhoto to edit size, sharpness, et cetera”]