A Burgeoning Angel of the Emperor Mushroom

I was waiting to post this GLP panel until I put together the story behind it, but I think the title itself tells the story. This comic was included, with four other works by Yost, in a lavish coffee table collection of arcane art called Illuminations of Unknown Stories and Imaginary Books by Ulu Keinarth, Hatje Cantz, 1998.

I settled on a title, “Through August”, and final cut for this gif:

I am working on a gif for September, which is probably finished as it is, but I may yet change something. Here’s one of the frames:

I will be including a link at the bottom of my posts to the bric-a-brac at my shop at Zazzle. Feel free to click it, or ignore it, as you wish:

Two Months, Fifty Thousand

This piece took a hold of me and I had to work it out into a series. I made a gif of the whole series, which covers the span of the next two months where fifty thousand Americans will die of Covid-19. I don’t know what to do with that fact, I have no words. One of the titles I came up for this series was “All your words mean nothing”, but that still seemed off-target and inadequate.

This is for today, June 25, 2020:

A Stirring in the Atmosphere of the Third Heaven

The titles we use for Geranium Lake Properties were more often called “captions” by Yost, although he used both terms without distinction. He also occasionally called them “punchlines” without ever explaining the joke. The publications that carried GLP comics printed the title above or below the artwork, and sometimes omitted to print it at all, but there has never been an instance when a comic was printed with the wrong title. Which was somewhat surprising, considering the way Yost sent out the panels in irregular batches, sometimes as few as four, never more than ten, accompanied by notes and a list of titles. The titles were rarely written on the back of the artwork. That was how Yost did it from the beginning, when he was published in only a few newspapers in the San Luis Obispo, Santa Barbara and Ventura counties, and he continued to do that way throughout GLP’s run.

Yost made two versions of the GLP comic titled “A Stirring in the Atmosphere of the Third Heaven”, and he meant to pick one or the other. There was some confusion in his professional life at that time. Ha Kim Ngoc had taken a month’s leave from her apprenticeship with Yost to help her grandmother with her affairs after her grandfather had died. Yost did not hire a temporary assistant in her absence. Somehow both versions of the comic for November 6, 1992 were included in the batch for publication, plus artwork for a completely different comic made for that date which had been rejected by Yost.

About half of the publications carrying GLP printed the top version of “A Stirring in the Atmosphere of the Third Heaven”, and some printed the other variation. Yost never did pick one or the other as the authorized panel. A few papers printed the rejected piece. Yost had written “the straw is thus laid” on the back of the artwork, and the papers used that for the title.

Running to Mischief

The vista of ti-Umorn Aindor’rba is perhaps the least popular window in the Corsican screen. It is identified as the Discordant Portal in Seth Devishale’s Guide to the Corsican Lattice, where the instructions for its use are accompanied by two quotes. One is from the Bible, Proverbs 6:18, “A heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,”. The other is from the Fifth Ashtapadi of the Sukhmani Sahib, “False are the feet which run to do evil to others.”

Proverbs 6 is easily found through an online search, but finding the English translation of the Fifth Ashtapadi of the Sukhmani Sahib is a bit more daunting, so I have provided the complete text here.

Sukhmani Sahib, Ashtapadi 5


One who renounces God the Giver, and attaches himself to other affairs –
O Nanak, he shall never succeed. Without the Name, he shall lose his honor. 1


He obtains ten things, and puts them behind him;
for the sake of one thing withheld, he forfeits his faith.
But what if that one thing were not given, and the ten were taken away?
Then, what could the fool say or do?
Our Lord and Master cannot be moved by force.
Unto Him, bow forever in adoration.
That one, unto whose mind God seems sweet –
all pleasures come to abide in his mind.
One who abides by the Lord’s Will,
O Nanak, obtains all things. 1

God the Banker gives endless capital to the mortal,
who eats, drinks and expends it with pleasure and joy.
If some of this capital is later taken back by the Banker,
the ignorant person shows his anger.
He himself destroys his own credibility,
and he shall not again be trusted.
When one offers to the Lord, that which belongs to the Lord,
and willingly abides by the Will of God’s Order,
the Lord will make him happy four times over.
O Nanak, our Lord and Master is merciful forever. 2

The many forms of attachment to Maya,
shall surely pass away – know that they are transitory.
People fall in love with the shade of the tree,
and when it passes away, they feel regret in their minds.
Whatever is seen, shall pass away;
and yet, the blindest of the blind cling to it.
One who gives her love to a passing traveler –
nothing shall come into her hands in this way.
O mind, the love of the Name of the Lord bestows peace.
O Nanak, the Lord, in His Mercy, unites us with Himself. 3

False are body, wealth, and all relations.
False are ego, possessiveness and Maya.
False are power, youth, wealth and property.
False are sexual desire and wild anger.
False are chariots, elephants, horses and expensive clothes.
False is the love of gathering wealth, and reveling in the sight of it.
False are deception, emotional attachment and egotistical pride.
False are pride and self-conceit.
Only devotional worship is permanent, and the Sanctuary of the Holy.
Nanak lives by meditating, meditating on the Lotus Feet of the Lord. 4

False are the ears which listen to the slander of others.
False are the hands which steal the wealth of others.
False are the eyes which gaze upon the beauty of another’s wife.
False is the tongue which enjoys delicacies and external tastes.
False are the feet which run to do evil to others.
False is the mind which covets the wealth of others.
False is the body which does not do good to others.
False is the nose which inhales corruption.
Without understanding, everything is false.
Fruitful is the body, O Nanak, which takes to the Lord’s Name. 5

The life of the faithless cynic is totally useless.
Without the Truth, how can anyone be pure?
Useless is the body of the spiritually blind, without the Name of the Lord.
From his mouth, a foul smell issues forth.
Without the remembrance of the Lord, day and night pass in vain,
like the crop which withers without rain.
Without meditation on the Lord of the Universe, all works are in vain,
like the wealth of a miser, which lies useless.
Blessed, blessed are those, whose hearts are filled with the Name of the Lord.
Nanak is a sacrifice, a sacrifice to them. 6

He says one thing, and does something else.
There is no love in his heart, and yet with his mouth he talks tall.
The Omniscient Lord God is the Knower of all.
He is not impressed by outward display.
One who does not practice what he preaches to others,
shall come and go in reincarnation, through birth and death.
One whose inner being is filled with the Formless Lord –
by his teachings, the world is saved.
Those who are pleasing to You, God, know You.
Nanak falls at their feet. 7

Offer your prayers to the Supreme Lord God, who knows everything.
He Himself values His own creatures.
He Himself, by Himself, makes the decisions.
To some, He appears far away, while others perceive Him near at hand.
He is beyond all efforts and clever tricks.
He knows all the ways and means of the soul.
Those with whom He is pleased are attached to the hem of His robe.
He is pervading all places and interspaces.
Those upon whom He bestows His favor, become His servants.
Each and every moment, O Nanak, meditate on the Lord. 8

Aekt Aeluv Esu-Alory [El Mourns Ba’al-Hadad]

Yost kept this piece of paper in a shoebox labeled “Funereal Rites”. The typewritten lines are translated from the Ba’al Cycle and describe the grief of the god El for the death of the god Ba’al-Hadad. The box was otherwise filled with dried poppy heads, a Lion Coffee bag (empty and flattened), antique tin cookie cutters shaped as five-pointed stars, six-pointed stars and diamonds, and these four objects:

We do not know what language Yost used for the title, or if he just made it up. He confirmed the translation as “El Mourns for Ba’al-Hadad”. Benedict Thorarinsson is convinced the title is from the Lost Grimoire of az-Akordalkiermat, but Ha Kim Ngoc disagrees. A spokesperson for az-Akordalkiermat, an alliance of Jackalopian shamans and alchemists, has stated that they have not lost any of their grimoires.

Black Iris, Finder’s Moon

After I posted this, I thought you might like to see a different kind of curse from Yost. This one was invoked under the auspices of three black moons that occurred in 1995 (a black moon is also called a Finder’s Moon).

This curse supposedly had a very specific target, a person named Damia N. Fleur or Damian Fleur. We’re not sure if they were a man or a woman. Yost’s sister-in-law told a story in the months before she died, about a man named Damian who was sliced up by his pet cassowary, a bird he had raised from a chick. He was an elderly man who died of his injuries. According to Caroline, he was the target of this curse but she was unimpressed by the curse’s effectiveness, since he died 20 years after the curse was cast, as an old man enjoying what he loved to do, hanging out with his exotic animals in his backyard.

Caroline had a dry, dark streak of absurdity in her psyche, and was fond of the acerbic stories of Saki, a master of macabre humor. “The Open Window” was one of her favorites.

Where have all the carrots gone?

The Carrot Poem Variations are six unpublished GLP comics dated for the last five days of 1999. December 29 in 1999 was a Jackalopian holiday called Acelasi-Njejtes, or Same-Same Day. It occurs every year on the Wednesday before New Year’s Eve, and is always dated the same as the day before.

Yost disappeared in November 1999. The consesus of expert opinions (from Ha Kim Ngoc, Michael Veerduer, Benedict Thorarinsson, Algernon and Agatha Dawe-Saffery) puts the time of Yost’s creation of the Carrot Poem Variations somewhere during 1996 or 1997. Thorarinsson goes further to say the series was made after March 1996 and before September 1997.

Haze Invocation

“Sometimes,” Ha Kim Ngoc said about her friend and boss, “Yost was compelled to summon the Furies. When the wrongness could not be contained. Luckily, he did not think a bullet was a solution. He owned guns, they were antiques, none of them could shoot. He did not have many guns. His knife collection was impressive.”

From the Ancient History Encyclopedia website:

Punishers of wrong-doing in general, the Furies were considered protectors of the rights of senior family members, especially mothers, fathers, and elder siblings. A famous example is their pursuit of Orestes after he killed his mother Clytemnestra. The Furies would carry out punishments according to curses given by such members. Outside the family, the Furies protected such social outcasts as beggars. They acted, too, as the guarantors of oaths and the punishers of those who swore false oaths.”

Finally Acclimated to Terra Nullius

We have a note:

The note was found by the executor of Yost’s estate, in a manila envelope stuffed with unopened junk mail and bills. Wealdhere Gutierrez was married to Yost’s Aunt Flo, and was named as executor of the estate in Yost’s will. The will was dated in 1981, and no later will was found, so Wealdhere, “Woolly” to his friends–and all of us in the GLP fandom became his friends–was left with the complicated task of settling the estate of a man who had, without dying, vanished from the world of human affairs.