Quite frankly, I was struggling for inspiration today. Then I learned that it was Theodor Geisel’s birthday. Theodor Geisel (1904-1991) wrote children’s books under the pseudonym Dr Seuss.
The rhymes, of course, were brilliant. Not in a box, not with a fox, and so on. But still more brilliant were the cartoons. Those creatures! Few other illustrations from my childhood made such a lasting impression (things might have been different if my Roald Dahls had had Quentin Blake pictures, but instead they sported generic 70s pen-drawn quasi-realistic pictures, boo. Only Sendak’s wild things were anything like as memorable as the Seuss-things).
Just look at these creepy swines.
Happy birthday, Dr Seuss. Here’s one of my very favourite things in the world: it’s Bob Dylan singing Seuss!
Yes, I know, technically, it isn’t really Bob Dylan. But it’s still one of my very favourite things in the world. Thanks to The Line Break (kudos for staying one step ahead of the Seuss copyright police).