Brian azzarello set himself down and decided finally to write the belbo wonder woman.. to write the wonder woman who was literally belbo of Foucault's pendulum.. but brian went a bit too far.. that's umberto eco for you..
brian wrote a belbo wonder woman who was ivan Karamazov, filtered through umberto eco's queer sensibilities..
brian azzarello's wonder woman walked on the bodies of holocaust victims when she delved into the t. s. wasteland lovecraftian landscape of tartarus..
she saw multitudes of emaciated holocaust victims in tartarus.. but she didn't rescue a single one of them.. it's not what belbo wonder woman does.. it's not what belbo diana just does .. just does..
belbo diana is ivan karamazov...
she is the umberto eco wonder woman who is umberto eco's most favourite character belbo...
here is some hanno ridal wonder woman prose
Wonder Woman: .. i .. never lived.. i never... had a chance for life.. a holy fire was lit which was not mine.. i was defeated before i was even born.. that song.. i know the song.. but .. but.. but.. i wish i had been born.. i desperately wish i had been born... and.. and.. and.. it never happenned..
..i simply.. struggled to live.. and it was like.. a fish out of water.. i never found my water.. i never found a comic which could be my water.. the movies will be worse.. or as bad.. the movies may be my final poison as water.. i am a fish who looks for water but only finds poison..
... i.. want.. i.. want.. a slot on the justice league.. but i'm not.. it's not.. i'ts meant to be something.. epiec. ..epic.. something.. labyrinthine and epic.. something that can change the course of planets.. nude talia is the main villain.. she of the political chess game strategems..
Post-crisis George perez Diana
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.. hope is a nihil promise of a future..
... your future self is.. some one else..
... you want to remain her... you want to remain here...
...the future is an empty hope..
...an empty home..
...There is no one in the room of the future..
...a space between planets..
...Doctor Dooms solitude..
...the future is an empty home..
....There is no one else..
... The future is over...
.. . a cardboard box
Obama latter-day greg rucka post-crisis diana
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Pain
nothing but pain
Returning to pain as if it is a home
as if it were one of your familiers
a fellowship of familiars of a ring
the Presidential ring
President of Mordor
Wonder Woman was President of Mordor
a golden ring which is a binding torture lasso
the torture golden lasso which binds Wonder Woman to an infinity nauseum of voice holograms
Villain
Wonder Woman is a Villain
The lasso binds her as a prison house
A prison house whose lightest word harrows up her soul
her soul-seizure
her convulsions
her epileptic fits
her tourettes syndrome
speaking obscenities
obscene calls words of voice holograms
obscene lasso words of voice holograms
her lasso is an obscene call
She has a prison voice
Obama's voice
vioce
vicse
vice
vise
her voice is vise clasping her soul
in vice
a steel trap a metal trap of a mind
Saruman's mind
Wonder Woman is Saruman
She has a bound mind of metal
An OCD demon circuit lasso mind
her soul is caught in a demon lasso
a demon mobius circuit
mobious
an infinity symbol of hell
Hell
Perhaps the murder of Maxwell Lord was merely a holograms
Demon circuit of Mordor
Nu-Diana Nu-52 ivan Karamazov belbo Diana
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her soul, her consciousness to put it clinically... cynically? .. or Or clinically..was a storm of petty
petty passions made grand in sick sweep of sensuality
her swarming soul was seasick
was she deep because she saw holocaust?
Did she see herself as whispy ghostly grey holocaust victim when she was in Tartarus with Hermes?
Was she a Dostoevsky?
Could she take pride in the sweep of petty to grand
good pride? Or bad pride?
Dostoevsky-grand
sweep of petty to grand
Could she take pride in this sweep of petty to granj
Could she take pride like Dostoevsky in being a naked triglodyte
in feeling herself a bug, a grand bug, a cockroach
with a burning blood inside her veins instead of milk
even if the blood was pitch
a needle in her burning blood
black as pitch
whereto it goes
Her blood was Hamlet's savage refusal
his sensuous savageness
feeling the tip of his knife with his tongue
his lips
her blood his lips
her lips
her ruby lips
her lips on her blood
drawing it from a soulless wound on her arm
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an example of belbo Diana's .. of belbo wonder woman's WICKED sense of humour...
.. naked Wonder Woman: Hi, I'm naked Diana and I'm a survivor of flesh-eating disease, courtesy of cell-phone nanotechnology. I've died many times, horribly more than the last, and I can survive, barely, flesh-eating disease, but ordinary mortals won't survive it once. Okay, the cell-phone nanontechnology is a Y2K paradigm- flesh-eating disease is the real Y2K, designed to go off at a certain instant ,not sure exactly when, but sooner rather than later. It's too close to being past the margins of the start of the milleneum. So, the organic chemistry of felsh flesh-eating nanotech.. It's an electronic switch which is the coin electronic spin, the coin nucleur spin, the coin magnetic moment etcetera ad nauseum, all coupled, like my nude breasts, if they're still there, like my nude breasts are coupled in magnetic moments.. We are presently going through a nucleur relaxation time, a false lull before the flesh-eating storm, Bbrrriiinnngg! Hello, ahhh! Just kidding, but not for long. The next briinngg could be fatal. Relaxation is open to free radicals, like wittle me. All cell-phones have magnetic fields,.. The key is magnetism,.. magnetism manipulates the ferrous compound at the centre of the nanotech flesh-eating hemoglobin molecule, synthesized molecule, meant to replace the hemoglobin in our blood... So.. invisible zinc and invisible copper are the electrodes at the dimensions of the cell-phone. The cell-phone attaches, leeches, if you will, the potassium K+ and sodium Na 2+ in the cellular membrane of our neurons. There is a flesh-eating neutralization titration which involves chemical reactions of sodium carbonate, sodium hydrogen carbonate, sodium hydroxide in the ion brain-pumps of our neurons.. Colours, colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. blue-green algea.. sky-blue aliquot... enough colours for now.. it all happens as fast as quicksilver, or quickmercury, or quickiodine.. Choride and mercury... chlorine, geez.. - crying – have to stop for now...
.. the lit rush of a scroll, described in the Gutenberg Galaxy by Marshall McCluhan is the same phenomenon as the lit rush against a movie screen, which produces air-transmittable electric positive ions which tranquilly neutralize the flesh-eating effect of nanotech cell-phones.. it is a science so old, it may hearken back to the egyptians, to the priest-scholar Hermes, this mystical lit-rush ion effect, like mineral water or noni juice, which simply cancels out the flesh-eating nanotechnology. The Egyptian book of the dead may have anticipated flesh-eating nanotech along with Dante's inferno. I don't understand the science of lit rushes too well but hopefully I'll be able to read some medieval documents soon to get a jist of it. Movie screens are hieroglyphs thru which lights a lit rush- movie screens hearken back to ancient egypt and medieval scrolls... more later..
The Joker: ... the night is casting my simple existance in mornings in my naked body is the devil is the devil in screwtape in the fucking every single idea in the morning of .... okay... the Maxwell Lord got the OMAC armour from the High Evolutionary armour... The High Evolutionary gave Max Lord his armour tech for his Omacs... Maxwell Lord just wasn't able to invent the Omac armour technology himself.... it was too evolutionary... .... okay yokay... on to cell-phone nanotechnology... thiosulphate... hydronium ions are key to everything.. then ther's hydrochloric acid.. hydroxide ions.. ther's carbonic acid and sodium chloride... colours colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. bromothymol blue.. naked Diana:.. my naked thighmol my naked body screams thymol thiol at cell phones scream... Joker: .. methyl orange... methyl red... all the colours of my dandy decor... what else.. nitro, azo akyl, atroxy, azoxy... the Riddler: pha... ptha.. phalate... phalanine.. phat ltle.. mere phattle.. the Joker: pirate pyridine.. weak dibasic acid and its salts.. nude Diana: you love your acids.. i like that about you.. maybe we can melt these cell-phones with enough acids if we have enough variety of acids to do the job before these cell-phones melt us.. i don't want my vagina to melt.. the joker: .. neither do i .. okay.. dobay.. nitrogen-ammonia are a Two-face coupled reaction.. nitrogen is one face and ammonia is another... ahh.. maleic acid.. maleate.. oxalic acid.. oxalate.. Two-face has a differing or second disassociation constant.. naked mrs. Freeze a autoprotolysis constant... Nazi sodium.. Na 2# sodium.. Na 2+ sodium... hydrogen carbonate... K + not K2 rather K+ potassium hydrogen phalate.... saturated cyclic amines such as naked piperidine.. mike phenol.. mike phenol pthalein.. does your mutter no yor mike.. mr j: amphiprotic amino acids.. aliphatic amines... ammonium salts.. hydronium ions.. sodium Na 2+ hydroxide .. potassium K + hydroxide.. barium hydroxide.. we'll beat this flesh eating nanotech virus ..
movie megan gale wonder woman:
Naked wonder Woman aka IagoDiana: The worm in my heart is a gnawing horror.. it seeks heaven in hell.. in the abysshell of my viscera..... all kinds of tendrils in my viscera.. intricate rivulets of veins of sensation.. a poisonious mineral gnawing my inwards.. seeking mineral.. seeking minerals.. minerals in my bowels.. i see they are menner... minerals in my bowels.. like sensation nodules.. a mineral war in my bowels.. poisonbowels.. poisondelightbowels...all the bitten lusts of my bowels.. all the blood and temperature of my nature in my bowels.. all of this as m motive in to double-plumed knavery.. a double-faced knavery.. a Janus-gated knavery.. a Janus-neurochemical-gated knavery.. a Jeanus gated knavery.. neurochemistry is my design of motives seekin' aspiration.. i seek to understand my rivulets of neurochemistry which reside in my bowels.. my power bowels.. my bowel neurochemistry a poisonous mineral.. i am a rare mineral.. my skin freezes at the touch,like outer space.. my own rare motives... my own rare motive-bowel-nodules.. the histones of my motives.. in my membreane of stomache.. my permeable membrane of stomach.. my stomach a sieve to neurochemical sanctions.. my starving stomach of sensation.. my starving bowels.. my bowels-stomach complex is a sarving starvingly rare mineral.. a starving mineral is my inwars inwards.. so.. chess.. chess wars.. chess inwards.. chess inwars.. chess-in-laws... i will demonstrate malevolence...i will demonstrate the malevolence of human-ghosts.. when devils will their blackest nakedDianasins put on, they do at first suggest with heavenly merciful shos.. as I will now.. to make a theatre of malevolence.. a scientific experiment, if you will, my stomach is a lab.. my stomach is a motive.. the lab is a theatre.. the chemical lab is a theatre.. finnegans wake... chemical compound theatre.. thimble theatre...
ryan Reynolds Hal Jordan: .. a theatre of malevolence.. patents are the infrastructure of legal institutions... human beings as intellectual property... Cavalli Sforza...
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and finally , comic book Diana's and Maxwell lord's reconciliation..
Diana: I don't know, Max. This Omac project. It was so heady. I understand – what – you – were – do- arrrgghh... i mean, i read, “defending maxwell lord”, and I was hard-pressed to disagre- arrgghh...
Maxwell Lord: That's okay, Diana. I was hard-pressed to disagree with it too.
Diana: I gets it, Max. We'll both work on it. We're all in this together.. oh, wait.. my hands going off.. i mean.. ahhhh.. no not literally.. YES LITERALLY... no never mind..
Maxwell Lord: Diana, are you okay?
Diana: Let's take a drive, Max.
Max and Diana are driving in a red corvette.
Max: We're supposed to meet Batman, right?
Diana: Yeah, it's just, I dunno... wait.. maybe.. the Batman meeting.. I dunno..
Max: Batman's been waiting an awful long time.. something happenned with time-travel.. he's been waiting years.. years.. i think... i know the feeling..
Diana: me too.. it's just.. wait.. let's stop... i need a coffee...
Max: .. a coffee.. uh, sure... wait.. maybe we should just meet Batman first.. before .. the coffee.. he's been waiting.. years.. almost a decade now..
Diana: .. i know.. i just – stopping the car on the gravel street margin – wait.. Batman just.. i dunno.. i',m just going to stay here a while.. retrospect..
Max: .. okay.. okay...
Diana: .. this whole.. meeting Batman thing.. I dunno if it's going to work out..
Max: WHAT? But.. but we have to meet him..
Diana: .. but .. maybe.. it just.. it just doesn't.. happen.. i mean.. in time.. in time ever..
Max: But we .. we have to make time..
Diana: .. i know .. it's just... time just.. what about time?.. time is so.. strange..
Max: I'd ask Booster Gold to help if i could find him ..
Diana:.. you mean we should meet him..
Max: No! Absolutely not! We meet Batman first..
Diana: .. it's just ...
Max: .. are you okay Diana..
Diana: - irritatedly brushes Max away – ahhh.. it's no good..
Max: .. i don't.. .. i don't understand..
Diana: .. they just.. you know i'm a freemason..
Max: .. yes .. i know.. you told me..
Diana: .. something... wait .. - she gets her cell phone -
Max: .. ahhh!.. we have to get rid of that.. you brought a cell phone .. those things... the villains can track us with them.. trace us to our exact whereabouts.. bring a whole arsenal..
Diana: .. wait.. okay i'll just get – i can't - it's it's stuck .. it's stuck to my hand...
Max: wait.. are you okay.. what's wrong with..
Diana: ... let's turn back.. this cell phone thing is dangerous..
Max: we can't turn back!.. the meeting with Batman with him is paramount.. we HAVE to get rid of the cell phone..
Diana: .. i can't.. I CAN'T.. there this .. octopus .. sensation in my hand.. this hand.. rivulets of pain.. when the cell phone is too far from my hand.. it's the freemason's .. something ... they programmed something.. into my hand.. it may have been omac technology...
Max: .. yeah.. sorry about that.. i mean WHAT!!! ... oh god.. what did i do... what did i do.. i'm so, so sorry diana.. it's all my fault .. we're not meeting Batman.. it's my fault .. because of what i did..
Diana: .. it's okay max.. you can try to be a better person.. you definitely can.. i'll try to..
Max: i just.. i can't.. i can't believe i did this.. it was like .. was it programming.. no it wasn't .. it just wasn't.. there is no defence for maxwell lord..
Diana: .. i'll defend you to the grave.. the grave.. oh man.. they .. they had me eat things from the grave.. it was a dark tomb like dimly art deco lit room.. an egyptian catacomb.. i .. ate things.. i didn't want to.. i had no choice.. i ate.. squid.. black living squid.. i ate .. beetles.. bugs.. lots and lots of beetles.. the squid.. no oh god.. it was starro.. i ate a starro blackfish.. i ate starro..
Max: .. i'm just.. i'm so sorry.. i'm so sorry..
Diana: .. i think .. there was a secreted white poison in the starro blackfish which i consumed.. i mind-controlling.. oh god.. poison.. i mean .. a hand-controlling poison.. the poison i ate .. put .. iron-gated sensations in my hand.. my hand.. i felt like.. my hand was melting.. like it was turning into liquid.. like my hand was a gelatinous squid.. they were hand-sensations which would only be quelled.. pacified.. peace.. all but peace.. brought to peace.. my hand by .. a cell phone..
Max: We... we can't go back..
Diana: .. we already are.. we'll be home soon..
Max: I didn't even notice.. didn't even notice .. the direction we were going in..
Diana: - later – okay, we're back..
Later, Max is in his suburbane home..
Max: Okay, the coast is clear.. i'm going to meet Batman..
Diana: Oh, hi, Max, let's go..
Max: ahhh!.. where did you come from.. i thought only Batman could do that..
Diana: ... i have super-speed.. i think i might be faster than the Flash..
Max: .. wait.. can you just meet Batman on your own.. no, silly question.. uh, right.. i'll just..
Diana gets in the car..
Diana: I'll drive..
Max: .. wait..
Diana: .. here's a cell-phone..
Max: .. ahhh!.. no!.. we can't.. i'm going in the house..
Diana: .. i'll wait for you here... no, i'll follow you..
A police car arrives... a policeman gets out..
Policeman: .. what'r you doing..
Maxwell Lord:.. nothing .. nothing..
Other policeman: need some help..
Diana: .. no help.. no help..
A neighbour arrives...
Neighbour: You okay, max..
First policeman: he's okay... he doesn't need you help..
Max starts going inside..
Policeman: .. maybe we should talk..
Max: What about?
Policeman: We'll do the talking..
Neighbour: I think that's enough, officer..
Policeman: What?
Neighbour: I'm not kidding..
Policeman: Okay, you're both going to get in trouble if you talk like that..
Neighbour: No, I mean it, I've got a gun.. you're on private property get out – the neighbour pulls out a gun..
Policemen: Oh, fuck, fuck.. they pull out guns..
Max: I wish I had stronger telepathic powers..
Policeman: Fuck your telepathy.. you're gonna get arrested if you try that..
Diana: I just .. i don't get it .. i don't get it.. - pulls out her cell phone -
Neighbour: - gently – maybe your better off without that phone..
Diana: .. i know .. i know.. i just.. i need..
Policeman: .. what'r you doing with that phone.. it belongs to her.. - disenables the neighbour from the gun – okay you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.
Max: You can't do that.
Policeman: You too.
Diana goes and sits by the curb.
Diana: - delirious - I'm not a bad guy.. I'm not a bad guy..
Psycho-pirate shows up..
Psycho-pirate: okay, time to put you clowns on ice..
Policemen: What?
Psycho-pirate does his death-star.. medusa-mask-style
Policemen: ARRRGGHH!
Psycho-pirate: I've had a lot of experience with bitches.. I know the dead..
Policemen: You are dead! You fucking punk! You are dead!
Psycho-pirate: Been there done that you know. It's routine by now.. boring actually..
Psycho-pirate does sonar-emotive reverberations..
Policemen: FUCK FUCK FUCK....
Psycho-pirate: DIE, YUPPIE SCUM....
Policemen: AHH FUCK AH FUCK FUCK...
Max: Let's get inside Diana.. you okay pal..
Neighbour: the handcuffs just .. just shattered...
Diana: I wish the cell phone would die to .. DIE CELL PHONE DIE...
pure chaos ensues as Diana and Max make their escape indoors..
Another day..
Max is inside his house.
Max: Okay, time to .. FINALLY.. meet Batman..
Diana walks in.
Max: fuck fuck fuck.. said finally too loud..
Diana: You're right, let's go. Here.. here's a cell phone..
Max: Ahhh!.. that's it, get the hell out of here!
Diana: I'm not leaving. We're both meeting Batman. That its.
Max: I – am – meeting – Batman – alone.
Diana: Batman and I have a long history.
Max: So – do – i – we...
Diana: Here... i brought a cell-phone along for you.. i have one for myself..
Max: shit shit shit shit..
Diana: What are you gonna do Max. Call the cops. They don't go after me. You on the other hand..
Max: GET OUT!!
Diana: It's over Max, we're both meeting Batman. I've got a few extra cell phones in the car.
Max: GET OUT!!
Diana: Okay, Max, that's it, I'm calling the cops.. - picks up his home phone. Max smashes it..
Diana: What am I doing? I've got a phone of my own. Silly me for forgetting.
Max: i'm getting that cell phone – seizes her cell phone.. puts it under the sink and under the faucet..
Diana: s'okay.. I've got another in my pocket.. keep the one I gave you.. hi, 911?...
Max: Fuck this! - Tries to knock the cell phone out of her hand.. -
Diana: Damn, phone went dead. Stop it Max, Honestly, who do you think they're going to believe is causing this ruckus.. i'm in with the cops.. they don't touch me.. they only go after my friends..
Suddenly the ceiling of the house opens up.. revealing an apocaliptian sky..
Diana: What, oh fuck this.. ahh, my hand.. it's on fire.. worse its on torture rack.. my hand is melting .. no it's not..
Suddenly Diana face starts blistering and cracking open..
Diana: Arrghoooghoubussss...
Diana runs out in her trademark mafia brown trenhcoat.. on to the front lawn.. Her whole frame starts dissolving, melting,..
Diana: oh god.. it's the doctor fate mask.. starro.. i ate... i ate .. doctor fate.. i ate.. the substance.. the squid melting substance .. of the mask..
Diana physically melts in trains and streams of fire unleashed from the apocalyptic core of her being..
Diana: aoogheohaoo!!!
a pause..
a pause..
HAHAHAHHA!!!
Diana, off centre panel: HahahaHAHAHaHah! My worst nightmare! HaHAHAhahaHAha! My worst.. my worst .. nightmare..
Max and Diana are in the house. Diana can't stop laughing in humoungous belly-laughs..
Max: You okay Diana.
Diana: I'm okay oh wait.. there's a cell phone – she picks it up and crushes it in her hand.. until it's just dust...
Diana: no cell phone mage i .. this cell phone thing was insane.. i'm cured.. completely cured.. let's go, Max.. hahaha ... my worst nightmare.. heheheheee...
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