Last weeks riddle answer – cartoon bubbles – what else would you think? Don’t you love ’em.
They carry the snippy-snippet word load, the work of thoughts from olden days, the morning pulp-print news and funnies. The bargain discounts, news, and obituaries all yellowed into past-time; but thankfully the cartoon bubbles hold ponderings and blunt statements, new for your perusal. And occasionally a bit of real humor.
But they lack the graceful, lyrical, thought carriers of Yorick’s times – banderoles – glorious gold and silken word captures in Latin, Greek, and oligarchy French (never sniveling crude and vulgar jokes). But alas (“alas” is a wonderful word for exasperating times don’t you think [?] … alas), but alas, we can’t read or understand Latin, Greek, and Frenchy-fied words.
So maybe there were some unseemly lines, some dash-out bits of adolescent smart-aleck.
But now it is best, into the foreseeable future, to put the snideness in a cartoon bubble.
He and She, our volunteered docents here at the Temporary Museum of Enfant Terrible Culture, have returned following last years “stress”. They are romantic and absurd, or (with some humor), absurdists grasping for that “romantic” ideal, ( the mainspring of their “stress” [?] ). All the while youngsters play, acquire skills; practicing with material portents of their own demise.
Anachronistic Anarchist by Herb Eaton 