There is always a poignancy in little tragedies

You may have figured out by now that I enjoy odd comics. I have linked to a few in the past, and now want to share a new one that I've found and am enjoying.

This one is called Pictures for sad children, and is written and drawn by John Campbell.

He describes his work as "pretty okay" and "about a bad feeling you get when you are feeling good, or a good feeling you get when you are feeling bad".

Thus, these comics may not be appropriate for sad children.

Have a look, you'll probably like them.

Comments

Virginia said…

Kris,
Small world. I taught 3rd grade here in Birmingham with a young man from Tasmania!! Thanks for stopping by.

11 July 2008 at 12:16

Meead said…

You have a cute baby. In such cases, Persian people say to each other: "God save your kid for you, and you for your kid".

Thanks for your comment Kris.

11 July 2008 at 13:18

Kitty said…

I like the style of these drawings. They look familiar to me.
Hm. I'll have to figure out where I've seen them.

11 July 2008 at 21:39

Jane Hards Photography said…

Well living with a cartoonist i am force fed them. Thoughtful one this one.

By the way. Gary did one for the G8Summit this week, with them feeding off decapitaed endangered species heads, with the caption, the world is starving, let them eat Mcdonanlds. BBC bottled it ro caviar. Not quite got the same.

11 July 2008 at 22:00

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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