Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "An ART GALLERY of Unfinished Blogs."

 Our Man in Europe, now living in Belize, Dave Delacroix: "An Art Gallery of Unfinished Blogs."

(long haul/better pack booze & sandwiches!) 

1)   "A Lamentation of Swans."

...A MURDER OF CROWS, a lamentation of Swans; the town whores gone-respectable? Civic leaders, Non-Smoking in a British "Working Men's Club", these latter days- "Arbiters of Elegance" who elevate their height with a POSH accent, stiletto shoes of course, apply Egyptian eye mascara/lipstick, the latter to intimate Female-Labia-lips all the while disdaining lechery's criticism, 

Queenie Cleopatra's legacy? -Madams in Salons who Swan Societies Event-Seasons, Ascot, Henley Regatta, Wimbledon, the Opera at Sadler's Wells: Societies Matriarchs, the powers behind the aristocracies throne, living - non-smoking/doing nose candy/DESPOTS who clutter with their oil painted "selfies" upon candelabra-lit gentlemen's private Club walls, which any Casanova-Libertine/losing at FARO, would pipe-mold-smell with his card-Sharpe 1,000 dead-eye stare? 

(No PSTD/Shell-shock-therapy in THOSE days. No wonder Thackeray's BARRY LYNDON went to seed.). Let's not THINK about personal hygiene.

2)... "Only the Moon."

...DO NOT FEAR MY CHILD., my love, do not fear tomorrow's wind, do not tremble. I will always keep U safe. I will keep U warm; it's only the Moon.

Do not fret my Sweet, do not blanket-cloak your head to stray-away un-founded nightmares, dreams-phantoms: U AWAKE! I will lull U aloft, hum a lullaby to ease U back to sleep.

And whilst U - AS U do - in almost deathly quiet splendor do U slumber - I'll promise U Tomorrow's joys, but as for now? Do not fear. It's only the moon. It's only the moon.

3)..."TWILIGHT OF EMPIRE."

ANEW!!! In THIS OLD MILITARY Officer's "Mess": The procedure goes like this: "Announce yourself! (New/Green Lieutenant Officer right out of Sandhurst Officer-Cadet College, posted to South Africa/the Natal-ZULU invasion) SO! Prove your "drinking-measure" Old-Boy! As for Officers present from the Colonies; please, no disrespect. But we DO expect our CALVALRY to guzzle GIN with Sabre's a-wielding!" HUZZAH! HUZZARH! HUZZARH!

 Weeks later, these English/mis-led Lads were annihilated by ZULU warriors righteously defending NATAL, their South African homeland.

4)... "FOOT-DANGLING-ANNONYMOUS!" (The Early Years.)

....I"M ALMOST DONE WITH FOOT-DANGLING; frantic masturbation by ZULU or is it SUZIE on yesterday's Tabloid on account of my age; Juliets R far & few between & I have no need of a Romeo/a Spanish gardener, either/OR because of my age: THIS WORLD WILL FUCK U! (Rumors, like the Fleetwood-Mac L.P. get thinner with age.

Yes. My "BI-POLAR" situ. (In the old days they used to call it STUPID/VILLAGE IDIOT until the Ville-Idiot invented the INTERNET); yes. MY Bi-polar whoosits ain't gone away. I just don't need to be on "high alert" in your absolutely necessary pedestrian company. Even then? -STEP INTO THE MICROPHONE: Can we just go get a beer?

5)   ENCORE!

So much to SAY, so much to DO! What U gonna SAY - George Orwell's 1984 - when then they come for U? WOTCHA GONNA DO when they wanna own U? But they already DO!!! (Look-a-round.) YA-think?

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix; "Lucrezia!"

 Our Manin Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Lucrezia!"

...DO U JAMBO WHEN U Jambo? Do U Lucrezia when U smile? And do U "fandango" when U fandango-gypsy smile?

Do U WAIL when U. R. alive, do U. MARACA when U fandango, do U swirl your crimson dress, do U Maraca when U Tango?

(A gigolo, awaiting U in your hotel bed.)

DO U RAMBO like Rambo, drink/tear the - Corozal - town down, do U kiss & slay whoever, the ones who stare & frown.

Can U ever escape the life U have made, can U ever get Peace of Mind, do U ever Jambo when U Jambo, Lucrezia, that Borgia love of mine.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A Circumnavigation of The Globe."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A Circumnavigation of The Globe."

(dedicato: Songs by: Sandy Denny -R.I.P./Band/Fairport Convention (Come all U roving Minstrels) & The Allman Brothers (I was born a Ramblin Man).

"A Circumnavigation of The Globe."

...HAVE U EVER BEEN TO Tipperary/ it's actually NOT a long way to go/a 'la WW1 Song... if U live in Dublin. The Geraldine & Johns, such a happy throng till the "potato famine' (1820s-on) made CRUEL the emerald Isle & neighbor England's Industrial Revolution could not CARE FOR erstwhile!

 Have U ever been to ROME? U now live there. G.P.S. U live in Trastevere? MANOH! 2,000 years on, post-horse-chariots or Maseratis or a classic MOTO-GUZO Italian hot-rod to this day, Via-Capri, via any which way U wanna go, it'll get U there. (Don't need a Compass.) U will eventually "show up" despite rumors of "See Napoli & die!"

I never queue up & enter into the VATICAN in Rome with more than two Credit Cards, incidentally. (Yes, indeed, U might enquire?)

Did/could U venture into the "forbidden City"/SLASH a Peking-Emperors divine throat, now mute. SUNG OUT, a dynasty, a saga of WAR, the construction of the great Chinese Wall & imperial admirals, (1300s) sailing the Seven Seas, Arabia, Africa, NORTH AMERICA, nothing of significance homecoming to report.

It IS INDEED a question - a circumnavigation of the Globe - as to where to pivot a global Maps Compass and not so much to say, where have I been (Youthful homecomings, after traveling/partying/Museums/Art Galleries/Street Cafes/chasing after Gals, etc.) what the hell does it all mean!?

Interestingly enough, the World's historical explorers, many, out there died. Dr. Livingstone. Conquistadors. But so many others integrated & founded a new heaven and never - "What da frick? and happily never came back.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now hunkering down in BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "Riffiffi-Mamma-Mia!'/THE EPSTEIN FILES./Modest Mouse!"!

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Super-ESPIONAGE-Dude/ Dave Delacroix: "RIFFIFI-Mamma-Mia!"/The EPSTEIN FILES? (Modest Mouse!).

(dedicato: Mon frere - in Gascony-France/homeland of D'Artagnan/3 Musketeers? -  le Marquis Jean de Bats & national French/Portuguese cerebrated artist Isabel Pessoa)

"RIFFIFI-MAMMA-MIA!"/The EPSTEIN FILES/Modest Mouse!

...A-MAH little bit IN DANGER of being recognized for BEING myself. God knows what OTHERS see when U can't see yourself...Your OWN "Private-Idaho" (B-52s), your OWN "Personal-Jesus" (Depeche-Mode), your OWN personal "fail-safe button" (Stanley Kubrick) or MIO driving a stolen Pontiac outta Malibu/ Santa-Monica/L.A.

 "The Dashboard melted but we still had the Radio!" (Modest Mouse). Who knows...just WHO U. R.., the Man in Da Moon (Andy Kaufman/R.E.M.) or some old lady who lives in a Dickensian beach-house Shoe? Maybe I need a good Lawyer? A Publicist from the William-Morris (L.A.) Talent Agency. Some C.I.A. Agent as anyone-mystified can - Scottish - "KEN" (knowledge) to understand I'm a tad confused.

 U.S.A./C.I.A./F.B.I. Secret Agents R supposed to be specifically trained to "understand" or beat the shit out of U?

 So I was busted. Crumpled fender. That murdered KID hitchhiker on Pacific Coast Highway, not me BRO, but I did rob the Malibu Cross-Creek Mkt bank. Guilty as charged. But PUR-LEEZE shred my name from your F.B. I's Washington EPSTEIN files? People like ME!? -It's "Riffifi!" (Mamma-Mia!). People like Me. Small Change. Riffifi-Mamma-Mia! Go chase your Washington D.C. BOSS or ya Mamma!!!

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now residing in BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "It's not unusual...."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "It's not unusual..."

(Après Tom Jones song/1960s)

(dedicato: my 1990s Movie Star drinking buddies, Stephen Lee (R.I.P), Jan-Michael Vincent (R.I.P.) & William Forsythe, like me. a Survivor.)

"It's NOT Unusual..."

.... IT'S NOT UNUSUAL TO BE loved by anyone. It's not unusual TO BE -FRICKED-UP, menstruation problems or a DICK on a sleeping HOLLYWOOD-BUTCHER'S hook; And in Tomorrow's reflective stare OR glare U see no-one but the Soul U left behind, the one, perhaps U never had at all?

It's not unusual to BE absolutely wrong, to standing up, raise your issue in the throngs of the madding crowd? And/or sing the "just-right-WRONG" songs; a "faux-pas", a regret U take to your grave, a misgiving no-one but YOU - in the Economy-Size - get to be exposed...and then there's Fame?

It's not UNUSUAL (argument OVER "BAH" the shouting!) to be a kind of U? -A unique design AFFORDED just, actually DESIGNED FOR U. Come rain or shine it's yours by Gods design & no-one, NOBODY can take that away from...Are we lame, are we limping; next-in-line: Guess who? Soliloquies-abound. This one is for U.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Whisky-A-JU-JU"!

 Our Man in Europe/now in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Whisky-a-JU-JU"!

...DO U "JU-JU" in your MOJO, do U "JU-JU" late at night? Do U "JU-JU" in a pink "TU-TU" when no-one's in sight? Do U BOOGALOO in your "Nightie/slinky pajamas", do U set yourself alight? Do U "JU-JU" in your MOJO, does your night turn to light!

Do U "JU-JU" in your Mojo, just where has your lover gone? Do U MOJO in your "JU-JU" or wail an old song? Do U regret your tomorrows before they have come? Do U "JU-JU" your eternity full knowing your love's left & gone...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Out of the Past."

 Out Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Out of the Past."

(Après the Bob Mitchum/Jane Greer/Kirk Douglas MOVIE of the same name.)

"Out of the Past."

...R. U. safe? Are U safe? Nobody is safe. Go get a mandrake root, pull it out, hear it scream. Never mind what Time is it. But more, what Time U GOT? TICK-TOCK, before tomorrow erasers your Soul; souvenirs/Real Estate, your BEST FRIENDS MEMORY as in: Go & catch a falling star? They too wonder where past years R, erected dwarf-like, a memorial (John Donne, Eng. Poet. 1500s) statue in St. Paul's cathedral. Lookin' kind-a silly. Only your OWN words will prevail like pivots of wisdom - No man is an island - to hollow the marrow of future generations bones.

Do U go or stay, involve or REVOLVE within the sinew of your purpose. It's not a choice but it's the/your only voice to transgress mortality if that has any value. As wise men, fools, thieves' debate... can anything rise above the Coin of fame/recognition, a Tomorrows yesterday? All HAIL (Ave!) Once a Lady's glance that even now haunts U to eternity. A specter. Night People. A Film-Noir. Gaberdine-Fedora. A man with a plan. Out of the Past. But a story which invariably - "everyone's right that what I always say" - goes nowhere. Do U sulk, put $10 on a racehorse or just go out & dance?

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.