Our Man in Europe/now lounging in Belize/Dave Delacroix-a.k.a: David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "Yesterday's Gods."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Yesterday's Gods."

(Heavy-Metal-Poetry. Sorry folks.)

"Yesterday's Gods."

...FROM ZEUS TO GOD, from JUPITER TO JOVE, from Buddy Holly to David Bowie, from Madonna to Taylor Swift, from Jesus to Mohamed, from paycheck-to-paycheck, wotcha-gonna-DO? Times ARE hard. "The good old days never were." (Plato) It's SO hard to keep up with humanities mythical/spiritual/obsessive/historical Rock & Roll fashions upon which this flying rock/globe/this volcanic sponge (the EARTH) upon which we thrive (?), hurtling on its cyclonic dynamic through the universe, all pedal to the metal, accelerating - last clocked - at 18,000 miles per second, hoping (?) not getting a ticket for a D.U.I. from a local provincial COP/"Barney Fife goon"-assuming, PLANETS are TEA-TOTAL.

A Cadillac or Volkswagen, Sampan or Super-yacht? It's ALL atoms or "dark matter", an Artists paradise. We carpet the heavens. A comfort-canopy to allay our fears of NOTHINGNESS. And as for the "chaotica" of primaeval/Egyptian/Greek Mythology, a scratch on the paint job of your treasures, your Maserati-Auto?  Roman Poet OVID in his classic work: METAMORPHOSIS in God-style POETIC-PORN tells ALL: The Gods? Their gig is always about getting plundered, folks getting struck down, murder-"de rigeur", INCEST, women RAPED, all confused, but mostly within this chaos, the GODS having a jolly good time! -Which, alas is mirrored by WE mere mortals here below (Hollywood?) on a super-screen who - wisdom less - we (The Rocky Horror Show/Slasher-movies) still feel the need to SCREAM?

The harder they come... & Pride comes before a fall; the redundant "denouement" of Medievalism, Cults, ISLAM, mindlessly chanting in a Hijab or a Shawl. GOD WILLS IT!? -The Crusaders cried. And bloodied the streets of Jerusalem...And look above! The Night sky! VENUS, goddess of Love! U can see her every night. And, OH! Look. There's MARS! The red planet. The God of War. NEPTUNE, as blue as the Caribbean. And (by Jove!) there's JUPITER. Big guy. Apparently, HE is the vacuum cleaner of the solar systems comet/meteor detritus. All the night-skies cyclical dynamic on view of our universe &, perhaps, a glimpse of TIME.  Of eternity? Which begs the question a 'la the song by 1960s folk singer Sandy Denny: ""Where does the Time go?", a POKE, a pocket full of miracles which we yet abuse, un-controlled on this spongy-hurtling ORB, this Earth, mindlessly wondering... rudderless as we try to control our course on this ship of fools. Yesterday's Gods.

SO! Has anyone got any jokes?...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

 

Our Man in Europe/now basking in Belize/by Mexico/it's on da Map/DAVE DELACROIX: "Foot-Dangling Man."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: (Song) "Foot-Dangling Man."

(dedicato: Marc Pierson, creative colleague)

"Foot Dangling Man." (Lyrics for an Un-recorded song.)

....SOME CALL ME MAESTRO (I used to be in the Music-Racket, some call me the Gangster of Love/actually some call me their MUSE. Some wish they WERE me, and some refer to me as THE DUDE.

Some sing praises, others, some wish me long-time dead; they R the one's that never call me & think of me: Jusdge Dread.

...But all-in-all I'm a Casual Guy, broken heart, broken Guitars with nothing much to lose. A simple Foot-Dangling man who never bothered to choose U.

...I'm likened to the BIG LEWBOWSKI (Coen Bros. movie) though there's not a Polish bloodcell in my veins. I bask a lot in the Caribbean sunshine/lounge in bed when it rains.

I sometimes, only sometimes/there's no rush, I wander lonesome as a cloud - those white puffy things in the sky - but what people/critics cannot conceive; I AM that frickin cloud! (Sort-a. I never do details.)

But all-in-all I'm a Casual Guy, broken heart, broken Guitars with nothing much to lose. A simple Foot-Dangling man who never bothered to choose U.

(Après Allman Bros song, traveling man:)

"I was born a Foot-Dangling Man! ~ I was born a Foot-Dangling Man!"

c.2026. Dave Delacroix, Corozal-Belize.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DA WABBIT!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: (With a LISP:) "DA WABBIT."

...IS YOUR WABBIT tired of being a Wabbit? Has it had enough; after-all, Wabbits R Wabbits: Wabbits lives matter, after-all!

Is your Wabbit bunny-bunny-furry or just a FRIZZLE in your Soul, the kind that makes U feel FURRY, that makes U feel whole?

These days, just how IS your Wabbit, big ears, can it warn U of tomorrow's sorrows; do U pray to your Wabbit, do U ever hear what it says?

Do U Wabbit a Whabbit within your own Soul? Do U sing of a Saviour from that Whabbit's earthly hole or sadly recline in your Villion or Dante exile. A Whabbit, a singular Whabbit, where Poets go when they have no home.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, next to Mexico, Dave Delacroix: "Dinner @ Trimalchios!"

 Our Man in Europe/now residing in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Dinner @ Trimalchios!"

(Après the writings of Petronius, (BC 27-AD 62), Roman Emperor NERO's court, fashionista &"Arbiter of Elegance".

"Dinner at Trimalchios."

...I'D RATHER OWN A PAINTING BY CARRAVAGIO than a "Leo-da-Vinci". I'd rather get drunk in Brooklyn than Manhattan. I'd rather midnight-toasty on Rochefort than hardcore Dutch EDAM (cheese) and as for a slab - medium-rare - of Chateaux Brion ("avec legumes/champignons") will serve me (I am now aged 70), a Dover of Sole/Oysters on the half shell) will happily serve me just as well. And as for a fillet-Mignon "avec" (such a convenient French word) Dijon mustard/a Burgundy Rouge BASTED? -U got me on your knees. Petronius would agree.

I'd rather dance (CICERO: "Only fools/Men dance!) if I must at some county fair rather than in a palatial Viennese ballroom. I'd rather savor a Chateaux Margaux (vintage 1962) than mouthwash/swill down an Aussie Yellow Tail cabernet (Who wouldn't but Yellow-Tail stuff DOES Travel-Well?). But who can a case of Chateaux Margaux-afford? I'd also rather go to CHURCH than go to CARNIVALE! My Carnival Days R long gone. Do/does everyone's WANTS exceed what they NEED & as for prayers-answered... is "confession" the key?... I have a theory 'bout this. S-Why I never answer my cellphone. Dinner at Trimalchios. Separate table. Dinner for One. I'll see U on da breeze!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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.