For generations on end, men and women have looked toward the heavens and been inspired to write poetry. I’m no poet, but even in my own case, I managed to scratch out this haiku –
I stare at the stars
counting the syllables in
But today’s post isn’t about me. It’s about B. Kliban. When people remember Kliban (if they remember him at all) they think of him as the guy who drew all those cat cartoons. But a closer look at his cartoon collections reveals that B. Kliban, at heart, was a poet –
THERE GOES THAT ROTTEN HALLEY’S COMET!
IT MAKES ME SICK! I WANT TO VOMET!
You can find those two lines of pure poetry, complete with caps, exclamation points and misspelled words in Kliban’s Whack Your Porcupine.