Writing is the new drawing: my academic life.

Well, my cartooning has become far less frequent lately as I’m trying to focus on lots of academic work what with starting out on a PhD.  Seeing as the world (Michael Gove) doesn’t want experts anymore, I’ve made it my bloody-minded mission to try and become one.  I wanted to post this to prove to myself that I am actually achieving small milestones (such as having my RF1 form ready for submission – sounds boring but is important), even if it feels like I’m not making much progress at times (“thinking time”  is important too, I keep justifying to myself, ha ha).  Therefore, today, despite internet and Trump-esque news related distractions and a burgeoning head cold, I have managed to rough out the beginnings of a conference paper (just confirmed for the go-ahead) – and is another big first for me.  The actual workings-out looks like this so far:   unnamed

Come, Friendly Bombs – a comic full of bile!

I needed a project to express my disgust and dismay with today’s world, but in a creative way.  I recalled Betjeman’s poem ‘Slough’ and, upon re-reading it, felt it perfectly communicates a sense of utter revulsion at the scenes it presents.  It was not difficult at all to relate Betjeman’s words to the modern climate.  This comic has allowed me to channel and purge my anger through illustrating elements of society; fakery, hypocrisy, misogyny and money-worship, which sicken me (and, no doubt, many people I know).  The collages herein are made from images in the past few weeks’ newspapers.

Betjeman’s ‘Slough’ is from 1937, I include his words in their entirety and have changed only one word (“Slough”) throughout the whole text.   Should you wish to own a physical copy of this comic,  I will gladly make and post you one for the measly sum of £1.50, just click here.

Missy, Nov 2016