Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "The Divorcee."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Divorcee."

(dedicato: Clay Cabe)

"The Divorcee."

(SUNG to Willy Nelson song: "U were always on my mind)


...Take your Walnuts from the wardrobe;
take da Kids, if U insist?
Don't go TOURIST, U won't like it;
Paris-France ain't Tennessee?

Wish me WELL, I've gone to China!
Seeming like the place to be?
All the Kids are sooo exotic,
so stick dat Cell-phone up your Ass!

Kids are grown and College paid for;
they'll be stupid just like U?
And tell Thelma-Lou at the Salon
I won't be needing her again?

But don't U go TOURIST, Venice-Italy!
It SURE ain't Arkansas?
And if I were U, don't believe me:
stick that Cell-phone up your Ass!...:)



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "Day at the Beach."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Day at the Beach."


Great expectations, tits galore! Brewskies, dope and enough rope (to hang y'self) in a world of Sharks; maybe swim out LOUD, ya meet Amy Winehouse, decomposed then, clenched-saw tooth, no running to Mommy that day at the beach with its blood-red sunset bite?
The day at the beach starts out SQUEAKY like that last fuzzy Facebook photo "with friends" TOOK by "friends" and with enough passion to wrench Passion from that Squallus which is presently tearing U limb from limb...with a shark-like GRIN?
Hear us O Lord in heaven thy dwelling place, we mortal sinners all? Did U ever think about a Nicotine patch? Shaving, maybe? Could U in fact just be like Elvis in the twinkle of an eye, a grain of sand, like a day at the beach, in the palm of your hand?


c2016,july,davedelacroix,sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "NAKED LUNCH."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Naked Lunch."



In JANE AUSTEN's time (1800's) there WAS no lunch. 18th. Century gentry chowed down Breakfast around 10 in the morning or whenever their "coiffure" was presentable, till dinner, sometime around eight in the evening.

Today's Minions on (NYC) Wall Street FEAR IT! -Lunch is for "wimps" and a sign of weakness which is why Candy Bar manufacturers are always a good investment: I recommend SNEAKERS.

Artists? THEY "brunch" eternal, or whatever they can get their hands on! -I DO!

Scientists never eat which is why the advancement of Mankind is in the sewer.

Lunch-advised, is the most serious swill-fest of the day but afternoon/digest coma-naps defeat the
object of maximum-food-nutrition generated activity!

MOVIE-FOLKS "attend" Lunch, scarcely digest anything except Pills/Cocaine, forever under threat, except to acknowledge to their Broadway/Hollywood superiors, if they "fuck up/go public: they'll never eat lunch in this town again!"

Politicians, on the other hand are complete "Trenchermen/Trencher women", and are the  first to gather at any available Trough and gobble down anything offered: It's not their dime!

Killers, murderers, rapists quite abstain. More severe Cardinal Sins preoccupy their dead constitutions.

Tyrants; Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin, Cesare Borgia oddly tend to be Luncheon-frugal.... Luncheon guests? -BEWARE!

So! Who are U?...


c2016/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "Indigo."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Indigo."


1) "Calamari for 2"

Calamari for Two, with U, Miss Palermo? Calamari for 2, with U, mi amorata? Calamari for 2, entwined in Love's tentacles; a JET stream: "con Vino"?

2) "Friends"

Friends? Who'll kill each other for a million dollars? "Friends" who'll shoot their best buddy for an L.A. "belle du jour"? Friends, who'll DE-fraud, any which way but lose, for a portfolio that, at best, suggests, a well deserved, god honest to googly,  Saturday night? Friends who slug through the MUD, the mire, live and DIE in jungles, deserts, mountains, never mind the Badge of Friendship that sometime shone so fine? Machete-City, division-WHOA!  Yet Friends in the Harbour, prepared for the sea, somehow, KNOW how,, Friendship's gonna be...when the ship of Love goes down.


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Girl on a Vespa!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Girl on a Vespa!"

Girl on a Vespa, she rides and she rides!
Girl on a Vespa, she rides on to the other side
no doubt, no SHOUT,
though her Grandma warned:

U may have to dopt an indecent posture?


Girl on a Vespa, cool mornings, pommerigio,
Aluminum, Bubble Capella, legs akimbo
(where does she go?) -whistling:
"Quando amore?"

Girl on a Vespa, riding pillion, hugging Luigi,
her Man, , writing da Book:
U see it in her RayBan's, on her way
to Buona Fortuna Strada!

Girl on a Vespa, she rides and she rides,
she glides passed the City's backsides,
no Doubt, no shout! -on her way home to me?
Girl on a Vespa: please ride on home to me...?

Girls on Vespas, day and night? Torino,
Milano, Roma, Palermo:
Where do they all go?...


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sumptin' dun gon alright!" (Tutte bene!)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sumptin' dun gon alright!" (Tutte Bene!)

(dedicato: Victims of TERRORISM!)


...When I hear Maria Callas sing or Tom Waits writes a Song, when I watch Nureyev dance or when I see U smile; I know "somethings done gone alright!"

...When I see some fashion-ista kids trying to clean up a polluted beach or when I hear about some Punk-kid Lawyer making a LEAP for Civil Rights and when I see (Sicily) Sciacca's fishing fleet come home safe and sound, I will know it in your smile?

...When friends pass on, when kids are born and when TOLERANCE for humanities diversity, heralds, like wisdom's horn? When ALL the above, integrated, entwine, to clap, to cheer and sing: a "festa!" I'll know "sumptin' dun gon' alright!" YO! Sumptin' dun gon' alright..."


c2016/July. davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Il Bambinos della Notte."/Children of the Night....?

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Bambinos della Notte." -in 3 parts!


1)

 PUT DAT PISTOL down, Gal
U put dat pistol down!
U pistol-packin' Mama!
Put dat weapon down!

(No kiddin'!) Put dat pistol DOWN, Gal!
Put dat sucker down!
(talkin' bout Wittgenstein!)
Put that fricker DOWN!

Yo Put dat pistol down, Babe!
Put dat pistol down!
WE's talkin' bout "Syncronicity!?"
Put that HOWITZER down!

Put dat pistol DOWN, Ma!
Don't U join the fun!
She's over-16, ya-know-whad-y-mean?
So put dat CRUISE MISSILE down!

Put dat pistol down, Gal,
Yo put it on the ground;
let's all clap hands
and jest BE friends,
jest put that MAGNUM down!....

2)

"KID-YAK!!!"

"Wanna play!?
Wha?
WHANNA play, BOY?
(Kick in nuts)
WOOF!!!
HE don't wanna PLAY!
Sez WHO!?
POOF!
Ha-Ha!
(Squeezes premature tits)
Ooooch!
TOLD YA!
WE gonna PLAY?
...Guess - gasp! -so?
YOU wanna play, too?
Guess - Eeeek! - so?
....So lets WALK!

(The crew skip off in harmony.)


3) "Bambinos della Notte."


DAT AINT no siren
dat's a KID
cryin OUT for JOY? In PAIN? or screaming for the ressurection?

Hear the BEATING young Afro-ZIMBO gets, Saturday night, on that Piacenza balcony; no-one below at the Bar, stirs?

DAT AINT NO SIREN when MARIA CALLAS sings, segreti- mani-unfriendly-hands; the ghost WITHIN the ghost, along with Afro-Zimbo, both screamin' out for their OWN Saturday Nite?

WHO adopts young Zimbo? Who adopts MARIA Callas...? aND ALL things being EQUAL?
 Who adopts YOU or me, or the Ghost within the Ghost, or Jesu Christo, splayed on a cross: like
these bambinos della notte..?


c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO Esq./Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Aloha!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Aloha!"


OK. I can't keep a secret. (S'posed to be MUMM-don't frickin care); part of my new new deal with being a TALK SHOW HOST on a detectice show thingy, based in Honolulu (Hawaii) was to go on a fact finding tour of said Pacific islands... There must have been a recent Tsunami 'cause the  place looked a wreck.. At the airport, instead of Hula Girls handing out floral garlands, we were crowned with plastic toilet seats. Fellow passengers were non-plussed, being Hollywood freebie-parasites, they took it in their stride till the tropically tee-shirt/over-weight Dan-Ho advised us that our first stop involved a relaxing hour at an exclusive club called "The Toilet Bowl.", then the anxiety thermometer thingy went to 6.9 on the Richter scale? Still; HollyWEEDS are usually good trampers: The Club (Toilet thingy) soon calmed our nerves.. HULA gals, Ukulele-Cheeseburger sized local Gabauchoes, Salsa, Cuba-libres, Hawaiian High-Life's, pineapple-thingies, (All free.)  Morgamous tits and Spam! Yet, alas,  I do NOT know who - out of the Detective Hollywood crowd, along for the ride and trying to steal my talk show job  DITCHED their Garland Toilet Seat first: Miss Marple, Sheer-luck Holmes, or Achilles Pwat! But SOME party Popper smashed his or her plastic toilet seat, and so ensued - "Tiny frickin' bubbles! - a Greek Wedding!
"Aloha!" and, "Aloha-Hollywood!"...:)


c2016/davedelacroix/lord borgo/now returned to Sciacca Sicily.

Our man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "After the Earthquake..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "After the Earthquake..."


...After the earthquake, here in Sicily nobody gave a shrug. Traffic insults were yet intensified, Vespas wailed, knoxious, smart cars zipped at every opportunity and Sedans continued to navigate impossible turns on antique streets and crumbling alley ways with apparent ease? The STOCK MARKET may have took a "Muslim Dive" but hemlines stayed firm; one off shoulder tee-shirt, now two? Old bastards like MYSELF were looking for the left Tit expose, but upholstered blouses stayed firm. And like the Earthquake? Sadly:  It was a bust.

...After the Earthquake, here in Sicily, nothing changed. Culture simply excellerated...and to what end?


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Ceciala!!!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DA BIZNESS!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Business."


"....I got da business...with da Guiness, most every nite? If U wanna TALK to me, set your pocket book quite free, and do da business with the Guiness, with me?

Tell me your troubles, but don't go too deep, or loud and clear? Maybe later I'll advise U, then - oddly? - U'll have no fear?

There's NO business like the Guiness, your "troubles" ought to know? So drink the business, with da Guiness, and let everything go.


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "NO Country for Young Men."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No Country for Young Men."

(dedicato: Dave Adamson)

"DIS ain't no Country for Young Men? Who piss Guinness on Dublin's diamond streets and smile?
DIS ain't no Country for da YAHOOS, the Banjo-Blues, the Black and Tans, on a violin, Saturday night: MA -in hospital?
This ain't no BEULAH, no Rock & Roll move ya, no "Can't git up to GO!?" -cept to walk to the farm, pony-up, and let the Gallic wind blow?
...In a land of Poets, from Dublin town, cross County Clare's Atlantic shores: This ain't no Country for the young man.
And sweet Kathleen?... I believe she moved to London....?


c2016/davedelacroix/Sciacca-Sicily.

Our man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ECCO-BRAVO!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ecco-Bravo!"


(dedicato: Reese Mulligan, New York City Poet.)


Ecco-Bravo, this time, ecco-bravo, with wine, just when U think it's over - ecco-bravo - sunrise?

Ecco-bravo; your kiss? Your Cassava? Ecco-bravo?

Ecco-bravo, there goes Jesus, ecco-bravo, with Judas, ecco-bravo, no Justice in Paradisio or THIS world for You and YOU?

Ecco-bravo; it's Sunday: Ecco-Sunday. Ecco Sunday, please leave me alone: MARIA CALLAS sings solo!
Ecco-Bravo! Ecco-Bravo! ...this time.



c2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily; a Peer of the Realm.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Saturday-Sunday Morning," (Revisited)

Our Man
in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Saturday Night-Sunday Morning," (Revisited)


INTO DA KERNAL
the Sperm
the Flax
the Flux
the Fuck
that bequeathes
U!?

Into the bucket
the pit
the FIX
the double
triple-helix-six
where Senor Diablo
swarms, with favor?

Into da EYE
of a glance
of a wick
to melt, like WAX
in your candles glow?

Into da kernal
the sperm
the flax
the flux,
DA FUCK
that bequeathes U?

And CAUGHT
like a fish in a net
U arrive.?



c2016/davedelacroix/A Sciacca Poet.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"These Foolish things."

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/"These foolish things."


These foolish things, the things dat we embrace,  meet, greet, see, do yin/yang before our eyes! U would wish for "disguise" -  but not a hope! - 12 Bore Shotgun pellets RIDDLE, then some. Swiss Cheese!? And there's that? The oblique? And who's to tell the tale of these foolish things? The Supermarket Check-out boy?


Gotta QUESTION, babe? Me too. Several: For whom the bell tolls if not for thee? -that (dat) comes up a lot? That dream, inherent, of futility which festers   in ALL our blighted Souls, usually, on the cusp of a Saturday night, just exacly when the Inter-Net goes Off-line?


These foolish things which we both seek, illusive, contracted, eventually-divisive, catch-a-fire where we least expect and I DO expect U to disagree?

AGNES MOOREHEAD in the Movie: "CITIZEN KANE" says everything: "I only HAVE 28 dollars! I ONLY have 28 dollars!!!"

Alas: These foolish things, like the "Magnificent Ambersons",  belong to U and Me....  


c2016/davedelacroix/Excelsior Palazzo Hotel, Palermo, Sicilia.