Inside the head of Homo Bloggus,
ladies and gentlemen,
for the first time and perhaps last, we
bring you a live broadcast
of the creature's mind as he sits in
his den
making gossamer lines out of the woof
and weave
of everyday life. Listen, all, if you
will,
to THE CONJURING:
…scratchscratchscribblescribblescribble...
Piddle-puddle!
Such a muddle!
All the trouble!
For a madman’s idol.
…scratchscribblescratch…scratch…
In our so sad idyll,
there comes an eyeful
of skies a-rad-full.
…scratchscratchscribblescribblescribble...
And with such a show-show
Now all a-glow-glow,
So daddy’s yoo-foe*
goes bye-a-go-go.
…scribblescribble...
What’s more to know sir?
Who’s left to show, sir?
Our world, it swirls so
right round the drain, oh….
…scratchscratchscribblescribblescribble…
*”UFO”—Unidentified
Flying Object
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| Damn You, Cat! |
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| Like #2 |
Yep,
trolling through the archives again. I like to put a page of doodles down after
every few posts just to break things up a bit and to let my marbles fall out
onto the floor. So here's a few from vaults. Enjoy or take some something for
the pain.
DAMN CATS! Why do I bother? They don't care; they ignore me
anyway. Screw them! Cats!
LIKE #2 I usually feel like the client in this
doodle most of the time when I have anything to do with people in authority
like managers, especially "wealth managers" (and like I'll ever have
enough wealth to warrant a manager—more like a manage-it-yourself manager!) Poor
guy doesn't even have a belt to hold up his pants!
And
speaking of pets and pet peeves and NORCO'S
FINAL TRICK: You go girl! Haven't you ever
thought about what it must be like to be a killer whale stuck in one of those
aquariums, a thousand miles from the nearest ocean? No? Me neither. But I'll
bet Norco has. A lot.
And there
are a couple of other toons I threw in for fun. Throw them back if they're too
immature.
The
photograph of the young man with my accompanying, rather poor cartoon sketch
below (THE LAST DANCE) is taken
from a cache of WWI photos unearthed in France in the early 2000s and put
online. The series of photos, which included this fellow, was taken sometime
before the battle of the Somme, in a small French town behind the front line.
The battle began in July 1916
and lasted nearly four months. It was a horrific bloodbath that cost close to
700,000 lives. Chances are he didn't make it. The doodle was an illustration
for the following poem I wrote, probably in the early 'tweens', for Remembrance
Day, when we think for a few minutes about the sacrifice so many made, so long
ago, so that today we can have the world we think we deserve. It's called
"The Last Dance."  |
| The Last Dance |
Last
Dance
Oh, dance
with me once more.
Dance
once more across the floor.
Oh, dance
with me once more, once more.
Oh, my
jolly man! My Johnny man!
In a land
far, far away
they bid
you stay, they bid you lay.
In a land
far, far away, you went away.
Oh, my jolly
man! My Johnny man!
In a
forest far away,
comes a
day, you make your way.
In a
forest dark today, you make your stay.
Oh, my
jolly man! My Johnny man!
So they
say you'll kill today.
On your
way. To the fray.
So they
say you killed today. Only way.
Oh, my
jolly man! My Johnny man!
By a
brook you stopped to pray.
To God
you pray, your sins repay.
By a
brook you stop to pray. Only way.
Oh, my
jolly man! My Johnny man!
So they
say you’re killed today,
while you
pray. In the clay.
So they say
your soul’s away, on this day.
Oh, my
jolly man! My Johnny man!
For one
yet born you kill today;
you’re
killed today. You will obey.
For two
yet born you’re killed today. Only way.
Oh, my
jolly man! My Johnny man!
Oh! My
love is gone today—
This day
in May. Gone away.
And for your
love who’s gone away. I will pray.
Oh, our
jolly men! Our Johnny men!
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| Ghosts |
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| Fellowship of the Spring |
GHOSTS and FELLOWSHIP
cartoons are polar opposites in their mood and theme: The later is reaching for
fellowship across the barrier between the real and the imagined; the former is
the faded dust of memories perhaps, scribbled on a page.
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| Puppetted |
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| Going for the Gold! |
PUPPETED and GOING FOR
THE GOLD! Well, can't a boy have some fun?
CHERYL with the whole world in her hands couldn't be more
opposite from 1,000,000, or even
further removed from EARTH 2.0 with its problematic meaning. (Is that the Earth clouded over? Is it a dying
Earth with a new one waiting in the wings, dark and mysterious. Or are the
clouds there to protect it from the dark Earth that seems to be forming in the
foreground. Or is that planet in the foreground another planet altogether?
Questions,
questions, questions! (Hay! They're just doodles, dude!)
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| Cheryl |
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| 1,000,000 |
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| Earth 2.0? |
Cheers, Jake.
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| Author 2.0? |
