Hellblazer Episode 1.
Everyone has a ghost story, whether they like it or not. Maybe your next-door neighbor found a ouija board in an old box in her attic and never entered a dark room alone again. Or your boyfriend bragged he’d discovered a way on the internet to talk to one on the Internet and after doing it refused to speak of it, as if it were a horrific ordeal he’d barely survived.
This ghost story began for the second time on a rainy October night, when John was just another teen walking in circles, going nowhere as slow as he could. He was stomping around the local parks reservoir after two a.m.—a risky habit he’d adopted during the past year when he was too strung on whatever he took that night to sleep, hounded by an inertia he couldn’t explain, except for the vague understanding that the best part of his life might never come, and the sense of possibility that had alluded him as a child was now gone. It was cold and he was soaked. The gravel track was rutted with puddles, the black waters of the Reservoir cloaked in black mist.
Every time he had walked past one of the iron lampposts, his shadow surged past him, quickly grew faint, and then peeled off—as if it didn’t have the nerve to stay. He was bypassing the South Gatehouse, starting what had to be his sixth lap, when he had glanced over his shoulder and had seen that someone was behind him. A woman was standing in front of a lamppost, her face in shadow, her red coat catching the light behind her, making a vivid red slice in the night.
A young woman out here alone? Was she crazy? He turned back, faintly irritated by the girl’s naïveté—or recklessness, whatever it was that brought her out here. Women of Liverpool, magnificent as they were, they forgot sometimes they weren’t immortal. They could throw themselves like confetti into a fun-filled friday night not caring about what gutter they woke up on a saturday morning.
Justice League Dark
Plot - All over the world, people suddenly begin panicking as they start to see everyone around them as demonic monsters and end up killing innocents before members of the Justice League stop them. Deliberating about this strange outbreak, most of the League's members come to the conclusion that magic must be involved in this. Despite his own past experiences with magic, Batman expresses his skepticism and walks out; but as he returns to Wayne Manor to rest, he suffers a temporary blackout (from a possession by Deadman) and then finds the word "Constantine" written all over the nearby walls. In a flashback, occultist John Constantine and Jason Blood – engaged the Demons Three in a poker game in Las Vegas for high-end stakes, even offering his home, the House of Mystery, as his part of the pool in exchange for a box of artifacts, including one called the Dreamstone. However, both parties cheated at the game, and when Constantine exposed the Demons' trickery, they attacked him. Constantine unleashed Jason's alter ego, the demon Etrigan, who defeated the Demons Three, but not before they swore revenge on him. Batman visits Zatanna after one of her performances and begins to ask about Constantine, with whom Zatanna had a disappointing romantic history. Deadman possesses Batman once again and tells Zatanna she needs to see John. Zatanna brings Batman to Constantine, but they are attacked by a magical whirlwind summoned by an unknown sorcerer. The trio narrowly manage to get inside John's house in time where they are joined by Black Orchid, the spiritual embodiment of the House. The group gathers to share information, and after a quick discussion and some argument between John and Zatanna, form a team to investigate the cause and reason for these supernatural occurrences.
Continued in next post
"ОТБЛЕСК ДАЛЕКОГО ПЛАМЕНИ"
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В это воскресенье, совместно с потрясающим лектором Григорием Бакусом мы приглашаем Вас отметить тридцатилетие цикла графических романов Hellblazer.
Working-class magician, трикстер, сочетающий в себе несовместимые компоненты (как Вы себе представляете волшебника из рабочего класса?), антигерой, вокруг которого вечно роятся неприятности - это Джон Константин, сверх популярный образ комикс-культуры, серия романов о котором издавалась с января 1988 г. по февраль 2013 г. Оккультизм, черная магия, секретные общества, обнаглевшие демоны и правительственные пара-милитари - все это компоненты адского коктейля из злой социальной сатиры, черного юмора и потрясающей творческой энергии создателей.
Константин - это пример того, как на наших глазах рождается и развивается оригинальный миф.
Это будет нескучная лекция про волшебство в современном мире и немного о том, являются ли комиксы искусством.
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Who’s John Constantine?
Brenda Mcguire (Constantine’s former landlord): John Constantine? I ‘aven’t see tat’ scoundrel in years, and don’t care to. Infested me whole buildin’ wit’ bugs, ‘e did. If ‘e was in a rock band of some sort, I could assure y’it was some sort of ‘orror show.
Benjamin ‘Beano’ Bigby ( Mucous Membrane drummer): Uh...well...I’m afraid tose’ years are all bit of a blur. I ‘ad a serious drug problem back ten’ I did, oh god ‘e’s not wit’ y’is ‘e?
Randall Dulohery ( Former Newcastle police detective): Let me tell y’bout John fuckin’ Constantine. Tere’ were six people murdered in teh’ cella’ of tat’ night club back in ‘78 all of ‘em hacked into bits. Ten’ tere’ was tat’ lil’ girl Astra, ‘ad ‘er whole bloody arm pulled off, never found teh’ rest of ‘er. Yer’ boy Constantine got off by pleadin’ loony. If y’asked me tat’ bastard killed tem’ all.
Tina Flowers (Punk fan): Tat’ Constantine, ‘e was like magic, ‘e was. ‘e’d be up tere’ on stage all covered in gob, a whole roomful o’ rowdies and punks a-screamin’ all sorts of unflatterin’ epitaphs ‘bout ‘is mum, and before teh’ night was trough’, ‘e’d ‘ave em’ all eatin’ out teh’ palm o’ ‘is ‘and like pups.
Irvine St. John (Former journalist and filmmaker): Yeah...I went looking for Constantine. What he showed me when I found him, well...let’s just say I won’t ever be the same. Just you wait, he’ll open your eyes like he did mine.