the beauty of Mr. Ferry's cartoons

 

is the total absence

 

of any point of reference

 

or linear progression

 

the reader sinks into his sandy sidewalks

 

while babbling incoherent revelations

 

in the high pitched scratch of a disembodied voice

 

purportedly belonging to a minor diety from the edge of periferal vision

 

otherwise known as

 

the dada ananda   

- Mark Fisher