Happy International Dance Day. I’ll take this opportunity to recommend a comic by sally_bloodbath that I’ve thought about a lot since it was posted on July 13, 2009, about half a month after Michael Jackson’s death. It’s called “Fountain of Blood” but don’t worry, the fountain stays inside the body, is the body—as fifteen-year-old Michael sings in “Dancing Machine,” it’s “[a]utomatic, systematic / Full of color, self-contained.”
The kid wants to dance like Michael but refuses to watch music videos. She saves photos of him dancing and tries to follow them and fill in the gaps. The series of comic panels is its own systematic fountain, a confluence of the melancholy imitative work of fandom, the piecing-together work of memory, the piecing-together work of reading comics, dance as animation as translation as dance—everything seems to come together through persistence of vision.