“The Titanic Disaster” By J.H. McKenzie.

Like a lot of people I’ve had a lifelong fascination with The Titanic.
It’s more of an obsession actually…but we’ll get to that later.

I plan on posting quite a few Titanic related articles on here over the next few months and I thought I’d get the ball rolling with a poem which was written one month after the Titanic went down.

Guthrie, Oklahoma

This event took place on the night of April 14, 1912 with the Titanic on her First voyage in the Atlantic Ocean bound for New York.


On the cold and dark Atlantic,
The night was growing late
Steamed the maiden ship Titanic
Crowded with human freight
She was valued at Ten Million,
The grandest ever roamed the seas,
Fitted complete to swim the ocean
When the rolling billows freeze.


She bade farewell to England
All dressed in robes of white
Going out to plow the briny deep,
And was on her western flight;
She was now so swiftly gliding
In L Fifty and Fourteen
When the watchman viewed the monster
Just a mile from it, ’Twas seen.


Warned by a German vessel
Of an enemy just ahead
Of an Iceberg, that sea monster,
That which the seamen dread.
On steamed this great Titanic;
She was in her swiftest flight;
She was trying to break the record,
On that fearful, fearful night.


Oh; she was plowing the Ocean
For speed not known before,
But alas, she struck asunder
To last for ever more,
A wireless message began to spread
Throughout the mighty deep, it said,
“We have struck an iceberg, being delayed;
Please rush to us with aid.”


The Captain, of the White Star Line,
Who stood there in command,
Was an Admiral of seasoned mind
Enroute to the western land.
The Captain thought not of his life
But stood there to the last
And swimming saved a little child
As it came floating past.


Outstretched hands offered reward
For his brave and heroic deed
But the intrepid man went down aboard
Trying to rescue a passenger instead
This ill-starred giant of the sea
Was carried to his grave
On the last and greatest ship, was he,
That ever cleft a wave.


Gay was the crew aboard this ship,
Passengers large and small;
They viewed the coming danger,
They felt it one and all.
On played the grand Orchestra
Their notes were soft and clear;
They realized God’s power on land
On sea ’twas just as near.


So they played this glorious anthem
Continued on the sea
And repeated the beautiful chorus
“Nearer My God To Thee.”
Then silenced when the ship went down
Their notes were heard no more.
Surely they’ll wear a starry crown
On that Celestial Shore.


Colonel Astor, a millionaire,
Scholarly and profound,
Said to his wife, “I’ll meet you dear
Tomorrow in York Town.”
His bride asked a seaman true
“Oh say! may husband go;”
The echo came upon the blue
He answered, “He may, you know.”


This man rushed not to his seat
He seem to have no fear,
Being calm, serene and discreet
Tendered it to a lady near,
“Oh go, he said, my darling wife
Please be not in despair,
Be of good cheer, as sure as life,
I’ll meet you over there.”


Well could he have known this dreadful night
The sea would be his grave
Though he worked with all his might
For those whom he could save.
This man a soldier once has been
Of military art,
Proved himself full competent then
To do his noble part.


Major Butt, well known to fame
A lady did entreat,
To kindly name him to his friends
Whom she perchance to meet.
He forced the men to realize
The weaker they should save;
He gave his life with no surprise
To the sea—a watery grave;
And with a smile upon his face
He turned to meet his fate,
Soon, soon the sea would be his grave
In and ever after date.


And Strauss, who did the children feed,
Had mercy on the poor,
And all such men the world doth need
To reverence evermore.
Oh, may the union of Strauss and wife
Be memorial to all men,
Each for the other gave their life,
A life we should commend;
And may all girls who chance in life
To read this poem thru
Emulate the deed of such a wife,
As went down in the blue.


Down, down goes the great Titanic
With faster and faster speed
Until Alas! there comes a burst
She bade farewell indeed
Farewell, farewell to land and seas,
Farewell to wharves and shore,
For I must land beneath the breeze
To reach the land no more
I carry with me more human weight
Than ever recorded before
To leave them on a land sedate
They will land, Oh! land no more.


Only a few you see,
May tell the story
Of this great calamity;
Husbands, Wives, perhaps in glory
View the sad catastrophe.
The Carpathia eastern bound
For the Mediterranean sea,
Turned to the mighty sound,
The wireless C. Q. D.


Quick was the preparation made,
To warn the unfortunate few,
For the homeless was cold and delayed
Being chilled by the wind as it blew.
So to the youth
Through life has started,
Be ever thoughtful and true,
Stay by the truth, be not departed
Success shall come to you
Oh, may you shun the Iceberg,
By the dreadful work was wrought,
And prosper by the lesson
This mighty ship has taught.

The Mysterious Bogie Man.

I’ve been writing and illustrating a comic book now for nearly 2 months now.

It’s called Al Cook’s “Necropolis” and that’s because it’s set (and sometimes drawn) in Glasgow’s Necropolis.
You can visit HERE.
It’s early days yet and putting it all together takes a LOT of time but I’m having a ball doing it!

I showed some unfinished storyboards to a pal in work and he asked me if I’d ever heard of “The Bogie Man” comic books by John Wagner, Alan Smith & Robin Smith.
Shame on me.
I hadn’t.

I don’t read comic books.
I don’t really own any either.
Maybe one day I’ll start a collection.

A hobby like that takes time and money and I don’t have either.

But anyways,
This “Bogie Man” series has me intrigued.
From Wikipedia,
Here’s a wee bit about it…

The Bogie Man is a comic book series created by writers John Wagner and Alan Grant and artist Robin Smith. The main character is Francis Forbes Clunie, a Scottish mental patient who suffers from the unusual delusion that he is Humphrey Bogart, or rather a composite of the characters he played in his films. Each story revolves round his construction of a completely fictional story in which he is the hero and only he can solve the “mystery” of his own construction.

A four issue black and white miniseries was published, beginning in 1989 to tie in with Glasgow being the 1990 European City of Culture, in which Clunie, newly escaped from a Glasgow mental hospital, stumbles on an attempt by small-time criminals to fence some stolen turkeys. Associating the “big birds” with The Maltese Falcon, Clunie drags a gullible waitress and the nearest convenient “fat man” into proceedings, until, pursued by the criminals and the police and quoting dialogue from a variety of Bogart films, he demolishes half of Glasgow’s Central Station.

Does that sound great or what!

The covers look like this:

…and somehow, I’m gonna buy all of them.

Oh aye!
It may also interest you to know that “The Bogie Man” was made into a TV film by the BBC in 1992 and it starred the great Robbie Coltrane in the title role.

The film didn’t do so well and it’s only ever been shown once.
There are no plans for a DVD release.

We live in good times my friends and “The Bogie Man” is on the tube HERE.

“Mooses Come Walking” By Arlo Guthrie.

“Mooses Come Walking”
By Arlo Guthrie

Mooses come walking over the hill
Mooses come walking, they rarely stand still
When mooses come walking they go where they will
When mooses come walking over the hill

Mooses look into your window at night
They look to the left and they look to the right
The mooses are smiling, they think it’s a zoo
And that’s why the mooses like looking at you

So, if you see mooses while lying in bed
It’s best to just stay there pretending you’re dead
The mooses will leave and you’ll get the thrill
Of seeing the mooses go over the hill

Arlo Guthrie apparently wrote that to scare his children.

I’m Gonna Miss That Crazy, Talented Maniac.

Dennis Hopper (1936-2010).

Arthur Rackham: “The Sleeping Beauty”.

Hi folks,

I don’t think I’m gonna be around much on here for a while.
I might!
But I might not.

In the meantime,
Here are some of my favourite Arthur Rackham illustrations.

These are from “The Sleeping Beauty” by C. S. Evans and I think they date from around 1920:

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