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.
