Loosen Your Astral Sphincter (The Last War in Albion Part 65: Windfall)

In many ways, “Windfall” is a sequel to “Rite of Spring.” Like “Rite of Spring,” it engages explicitly with psychedelia, telling the story of two people who come into possession of one of the tubers that grow on Swamp Thing’s back. What is perhaps most notable about “Windfall,” however, is that the story’s protagonist is a drug dealer. Swamp Thing himself only appears in the first four panels of the strip, which show one of the tubers dropping off his back. At that point it’s picked up by an aging hippie named Chester (complete with Grateful Dead shirt) who may or may not be physically modeled off of Bryan Talbot’s Chester P. Hackenbush. Although at the time of the story Chester is, as he puts it, “doin’ ten days brown rice, tryin t’clean my system out, y’know,” he’s clearly a man with an extensive interest in ethnobotanicals and psychedelics, such that two separate people come to him looking for drugs.

The first is a man called Dave, whose wife Sandy is dying of cancer with only a day or two left to live, and is in excruciating pain. Although Chester is not sure what (if anything) the tuber does yet, besides suspecting that it might be somehow related to datura (which, in some forms is, notably, a rhizome), he offers Dave a piece. Immediately after Dave leaves Chester gets his second visitor: a boorish guy named Milo who declares bluntly that “I feel like getting screwed up tonight” before simply taking the biggest piece of the tuber without paying for it.

At this point the comic begins a ten page section in which it alternates between a page telling Dave’s story and a piece telling Milo’s. This is, in essence, a contrast between a good trip and a bad one. Dave’s wife’s half of the story mirrors “Rite of Spring” in many regards, both on the level of dialogue (Sandy’s proclaims that “it’s all life. You. Me. Felix. Everything. It’s all the same thing,” while Abby says that “everything’s alive and… and it’s all made from the same stuff” and in terms of art, albeit with a different focus. “Rite of Spring” acknowledged the intrinsic link between death and life, with a section where Abby experiences life from the perspective of a rat fighting another rat, describing how “my enemy’s blood erupts to fill my mouth with molten copper,” and concluding that “there is no contradiction… only the pulse. The pulse within the world.” But “Windfall,” as befitting its subject matter, expands on it, with Sandy realizing that “icicles, snowflakes, they’re all unique. They’ve each got their own beautiful shape, and when they melt it’s gone forever. That’s where I am now… icicles are frightened of the sun. There’s no need. There’s no need for all this fear,” and viewing her own death as part of a global process where eventually the individual snowflakes and icicles “run together and lose their individuality, becoming a puddle, a lake, an ocean, merging with all the other droplets.” Sandy’s experience gestures back towards “Rite of Spring,” linking sex and death tacitly as she describes how “we spend our lives, pressing our bodies against each other, trying to break the surface tension of our skins, to unite in a single gleaming bead… it’s almost as if we know.” 

Milo, meanwhile, does not have quite so good a time of it, having a hallucination in which he relives the origin story of Swamp Thing, feeling himself burning as he’s thrown out of a bar, landing in a puddle,in which, as he gets up, he sees his own reflection twisted into Swamp Thing’s visage. At this point he begins hallucinating a variety of monsters from the past history of Swamp Thing (reaching back all the way to a clockwork monster from the Wein/Wrightson Swamp Thing #6) as he rants about how “this is what the world’s really like, isn’t it? I can see it now. We’re all monsters” and how “everything just dies and rots, gets fulla bugs, mindless bugs, eatin’ each other… it’s horror. It’s all horror” before ultimately being hit by a truck he imagines to be driven by Anton Arcane. His experience echoes back to the “American Gothic” arc in which “Windfall” is embedded, as he envisions “a city, a continent, a whole planet full of torture, madness, death,” thus, in contrast, reestablishing the twin themes and principles underlying Moore’s overall tale.

The story ends with both Dave and an unnamed friend of Milo’s coming back to Chester to relate what happened - Dave in order to tell him that he “gave my wife’s last moments some meaning” and that he “ought to feel good about that,” Milo’s friend to complain that “you gave Milo that stuff, you as good as killed him” before asking if Chester has any more. Chester, musing on it, decides that “this fruit… it’s like some kinda cosmic litmus paper, right? You eat it, an’ it tells you whether you’re a bad person or a good person,” before being left alone with the last slice, and the decision whether to try it. “I think I’m a good person,” he muses as Country Joe and the Fish’s “Bass Strings” plays. “I mean,that’s what I try to be… I don’t abuse the planet, or other people, and I’m never violent or anything… but, like, I still eat meat, and I sometimes think some pretty bad things… I said some stuff to Suzanne before she left, and I wish I hadn’t said it. I was so bitter. But hell,” he concludes, “there’s worse people than me.” But ultimately, after considering the last piece, Chester puts it back on the plate and opts not to face whatever cosmic revelation it might offer him.

Chester’s status as an occasional drug dealer with an interest in psychedelics, to say nothing of his shaggy hippy demeanor, evokes Moore’s own background significantly. In many ways, “Windfall” seems to exist to make the point that Moore made in a 2009 interview, where he criticized recreational drug use, noting that psychedelic drugs like psilocybin “were sacred at one point, which meant that you weren’t supposed to eat them unless you were properly initiated in a tradition, you’d done your Eleusinian Mysteries or whatever.” More bluntly, as he put it, “in our current society, the only context we have to take drugs in is a leisure context, which a lot of time is disastrous.” Certainly there’s a tacit moral judgment in “Windfall” between the legitimate use of psychedelics and the thrill-seeking junkies that Chester (and, clearly, Moore) have no regard for.

But it’s important to note that Sandy’s trip - the one that is presented as the good trip - is very much about rejecting an easy dualism between life and death. Given this, treating the two trips as a straightforward moral parable about the proper use of drugs is misleading. What Milo hallucinates may be horrific and ultimately fatal, but it’s also in line with the frequent themes of the comic. Indeed, Milo’s trip is not that different from the experience of the serial killer in the next story - both characters encounter (symbolically or otherwise) Swamp Thing, triggering an ultimately fatal existential crisis as they confront his monstrosity and thus their own. The idea of a fundamentally sick world is at the heart of the tour Constantine forces Swamp Thing to go on to see “the blackness within this continent.” The idea of the monstrous is as fundamental to Moore’s story as the idea of nature’s balance, and while Milo’s methodology in drug use may be criticized, it would be wrong to suggest that his trip is somehow untrue or wrong. 

And likewise, it is not as though Moore dismisses the value of a bad trip. In the same 2009 interview, he talks about a time when he and Melinda Gebbie tripped together, where “just for a few seconds, I was a boy of about seventeen, and I was dying in a trench just outside Ypres. It was the small hours of the morning - that grey bit just before dawn when the birds are singing. I was lying on my left side up against the side of the trench because my right foot was infected with maggots. It didn’t hurt, but it itched. Unbelievably. And there were other kids, teenagers, slumped up against the other side of the trench and some of them were asleep, I knew, and some of them weren’t. And I’d never had sex with a woman in my life. The woman I had the closest relationship with emotionally was my sister - I don’t really have a sister - who I was missing profoundly and wishing I could see her one more time.” The experience disturbed Moore so much that, as he describes it, “I couldn’t get myself under control for about three-quarters of an hour. I couldn’t stop crying, because I’d just suddenly realized that the First World War had happened.” This is, by any reasonable definition, a bad trip, and yet, reflecting on the experience, Moore rejected the idea that what he’d experienced was a past life. “The feeling that I have,” he explains, “is more ‘was everyboy everybody?’,” leading him to ask “is there some huge commonality? Are we all the same person? Is this all God talking to himself?,” a line of questioning that parallels “Windfall,” where Sandy concludes that the world is “all the same thing, like an ocean, but all divided up and contained in separate bottles.”

In other words, while there clearly is a cautionary element to “Windfall,” there’s also, as one would expect from Moore, a clear embrace of the psychedelic in the fullest sense, good trips and bad. Indeed, given the focus on balance within the good trip segments, this seems self-evident. In this regard, even though “Windfall” is a break from the larger “American Gothic” storyline that it’s placed within, it’s still pointing towards the same overall conclusion - a five issue arc about the apocalypse. This is, it is worth stressing, something that was set up from the very start of the arc. In Constantine’s first appearance, he comes to visit Swamp Thing after getting a variety of reports suggesting that some sort of cataclysmic event is going to take place in a year’s time. The details are sketchy, but it apparently involves a South American cult of some sort that’s going to use “all the old frighteners” to “increase the belief levels” of the world and unleash some greater nemesis. Constantine briefly lists said frighteners, and the list corresponds pretty much exactly to the stories that then unfold: “werewolves, vampires, haunted houses,” and “dreams.” And sure enough, in May of 1986, exactly twelve issues on past Constantine’s first appearance, comes a story in which a South American cult unleashes an awful supernatural terror upon the universe. This five issue apocalypse arc forms the second half of the “American Gothic” storyline, although there’s a clear transition between them - the first portion, doing classic horror monsters in America, diagnoses and lists the psychic sins of America, whereas the apocalypse arc submits those sins for eschatological judgment. 

The first part of this story, however, connects to a far larger part of DC Comics history, namely Marv Wolfman and Geroge Pérez’s epic Crisis on Infinite Earths. This story, published as a twelve-issue limited series, was a watershed moment in the history of comics. It came about due to the confluence of two seemingly unrelated things: the fact that DC Comics took place in a multiverse consisting of infinitely many parallel universes, and the fact that over the course of the 1970s and 80s American comic book retailing had steadily transitioned from being dominated by newsstands and other magazine vendors to being dominated by shops focusing exclusively on comic books. 

This tendency began in 1972 when a bookshop owner and comics convention organizer named Phil Seuling created East Coast Seagate Distribution after negotiating deals with most of the major comics publishers to allow him to buy comics at a deep discount in exchange for the comics purchased being nonreturnable. Because this dramatically decreased the risk for publishers (who were, as ever, facing declining sales), this proved acceptable to the companies. Seagate then arranged to ship those comics to specialty shops. Over the course of the ensuing decade, this eclipsed newsstands as the primary means of distributing comics, in no small part because Seagate could routinely get comics to shops a week faster than the newsstands got them, a fact that comics fans quickly picked up on, bringing more traffic towards the specialty shops and away from newsstands. [continued]