Pride of Baghdad

And now for something completely different!

I'm experimenting with my new scanner and decided to try a hardcover for the very! first! time! The scans are a little fuzzy near the spine but came out nicely otherwise. Must look for tips on fixing the fuzz.

(This post also gives me an excuse to show off Ms. Marvel/Chewie icon I snagged from darthphere. Kitty love is the best love, people.)

Written by Brian K. Vaughan and drawn by Niko Henrichon, this book was put out in 2006 through Vertigo. Says the back cover blurb: "In the spring of 2003, a pride of lions escaped from the Baghdad Zoo during an American bombing raid. Lost and confused, hungry but finally free, the four lions roamed the decimated streets of Baghdad in a desperate struggle for their lives." What that leaves out is the pretty.



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I'm reading The Spanish Tragedy by Thomas Kyd, and it led me to this sonnet by Thomas Watson

Sonnet XLVII.

In time the Bull is brought to wear the yoke;
In time all haggard Hawks will stoop the Lures;
In time small wedge will cleave the sturdiest Oak;
In time the Marble wears with weakest showers:
More fierce is my sweet love, more hard withal,
Than Beast, or Bird, than Tree or Stony wall.
No yoke prevails, she will not yield to might;
No Lure will cause her stoop, she bears full gorge;
No wedge of woes make print, she recks no right;
No shower of tears can move, she thinks I forge:
Help therefore Heav'nly Boy, come pierce her breast
With that same shaft which robs me of my rest.
So let her feel thy force, that she relent;
So keep her low, that she vouchsafe a pray;
So frame her will to right, that pride be spent;
So forge, that I may speed without delay;
Which if thou do, I'll swear and sing with joy,
That Love no longer is a blinded Boy.

Googling it, I find no love. Apparently it's derivative and lacking in spontaneity and imagination. Woe is Watson. But I like these lines:

More fierce is my sweet love, more hard withal,
Than Beast, or Bird, than Tree or Stony wall.
No yoke prevails, she will not yield to might;
No Lure will cause her stoop, she bears full gorge;
No wedge of woes make print, she recks no right;
No shower of tears can move, she thinks I forge:

Which incidentally are the ones referenced in Kyd 2.1.9.

No, she is wilder, and more hard withal,
Than beast, or bird, or tree, or stony wall.