Comic Cuts   Bliss it was, that age of graphic styles And very heaven Gem or Dynamite. Those antique comics rolled us in the aisles, Time after time in timeless black and white.   Ah mates, those were the golden days When Aussie comics truly ruled the roost. Those images that time cannot erase Are like the madeleine to Marcel Proust.   And now our own recherche du temps perdu Evokes the ghosts of limners long since dead, Of Bancks and co. and Emile Mercier too; That Frenchie with an Ocker in his head.   For now the heroes of…