The “Professor of Comics” Christopher Murray on the power of comics to communicate and educate.

You wore white, smiling as you took my hand. So removed, you read Sunday Comics in France. Minutes passed with shallow words, years have passed and still the hurt — I can see you now, smiling as I pulled away.

I get it how I live it, I live it how I get it; read the Sunday Comics, fidget. I pull up with a lemon, not ’cause she ain’t livin’ — it’s just your eyes get acidic.

Sunday Comics, brings the dawning. It’s just a restless feeling by my side; Early dawning, Sunday Comics…It’s just the wasted years so close behind.

Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration, but we know all Sunday Comicses are fake. Daddy only stares into the distance, there’s only so much more that he can take. (Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the bottom of a dark…

Time pterodactyls over all the way I see, I notice fractals, clover, honey bee, that’s why I kinda cackle, it be funny, see, haha. I can’t imagine the hood in harmony, I mean, how can I read the Sunday Comics if he don’t read.

‘Sposed to get up for work and ride on through, but last week he paid me with a IOU. I get to work at 9, if he don’t pay me by 5, I’mma burn the place down by 5:02. Cause when we give ’em all…

It’s all good news now, because we left the taps running for a hundred years. So drink into the drink, plastic cup drink. Read Sunday Comics with the people, the plastic eating people still connected to the moment it began.

They got that crazed look in their eyes (Read the Sunday Comics)/Everybody’s in a trance, because the brainwash is in high tide (Read the Sunday Comics) You can tell when they dance.

I heard about your lessons, those lessons are so cold; I know about this school. Sunday Comics’ Lovenstein, when did you get so bold? When did you learn that filthy rule? I think of all the education that I missed…