Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Below the Salt!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Below the Salt."

(In Medieval times, most notably - in Renaissance paintings - the 1100s thru 1500s, SALT -"SALE" from ROMAN times was traded/Roman Soldiers in far flung provinces, Britain to Syria counted it SALARY/Soldier's PAY - along with Beer, Wine, ergo SALT was a currency, the possession OF -a status symbol & a pre-refrigeration food preservative hence its value. So! ABOVE the Salt at banquets, SEATED, U were somebody/Emperors/Kings/Nobility. BELOW the salt, hired hands, Condotierri/hired mercenaries or Palace/Castle lackies, courtly jesters/professional FOOLS/entertainers, lucky to get invited but BELOW the Salt U were seated! A Baron's Hounds or the Castle Cats would fight U for your Master's discarded pork-hock or Chicken wing!) 

 FY.I.: A 1960s UK band STEELEYE SPAN, music on Utube celebrate in Song this early class system/cultural, social distinction & prejudice... "Below the Salt." A fine folk-rock LP/CD recording!

"Below the Salt." (Nothing's changed!)

...IF IT DON'T RAIN & THE CREEK DON'T RISE or the Cow jumped over da Moon? If your DEVIL don't shine or U don't get lost in the Wine, in "Vino-Veritas" (Splurge the truth?) & say: "I... love... U? AND, if it comes to THAT, DO WE in fact opt to eat the Lean yet happily WALLOW in the Fat; just whose Song R we singing in the end? A Chanson by French Poet Francois Villon: "Ou's sans les Neige d'antan?" Or, roughly translated: "Who da frick moved mah CHEESE!!!"

...BUURRRRT...IF it DON'T rain (stay with me) & DA CREEK don't rise nor the Cow, jumping over the Moon, at a courtly banquet, that distinct pecking order, BELOW the Salt, still finds us there-in enthroned! A fate of fates for ALL must wait, R.S.V.P., as in Life, sometimes "below the Salt" is required. Whilst in Paintings, on Tapestries a Minstrel in the gallery U can well guess probably captures the hour? ("It's LOL been a hard day's night!) Chinese/Curry take-a-ways yet still to be invented? (Dickensian FAGEN: "SHADDUP KIDS & DRINK YA GIN!") Satire-cynicism always lurks in the Well of a decent Broth?

 ...Funny HOW that works? Below the Salt? Seems WE ACTUALLY have the best of it all despite fighting over the Royal/Imperial scraps? Where-as ABOVE/High Table SALT conspiracies thrive; poisonings, a dagger in the back? (Thomas Wyatt, Poet, 1503-1542:) "CIRCA REGNA TONAT" Latin for: "Around the Throne the thunder rolls!" BELOW the Salt WE at least get SOME nourishment without fear of psychopathic (Henry VIII) King Harry's AXE, Caesre Borgia's Machiavellian Salads or TODAYS Powers that Be? (Keeping your head DOWN just might be the key?)

And (Tra-la-la!) if don't rain & the creek don't rise, the Cow, a symbol of happiness/contentment jumping over the moon? Better that than poisoned mutton served as lamb? So below the Salt & a long life to YA!... And don't U go worrying Fate for sure enough: It's ON the make if it don't RAIN & the creek? - U got it! - don't rise. Enjoy your Feed & like jolly good Gentlemen of olden days, rest easy in your beds. Below the Salt is NOT such a bad place to be!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in MONEY/OOPS! /In EUROPE/Dave Delacroix: "...Walk this way before."

 Our Man in MONEY/OOPS! /In Europe/Dave Delacroix: "...Walk this way before!"

(Song.)

...Money in my pocket but it won't last long? -I've walked this way before. Photo of a GIRL in a chain locket, does she know the score?

SO many times, U've walked my way? So many words we never say; tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the Day & walk this way before.

...Say U'll be THERE but never come I've SEEN this place before. Barely walk but promise to RUN & run & run & run.

"Ich liber dich!" -but somehow miss the magic U embrace?... I never wanna walk this way again; please walk & walk away.

Money in my pocket but it won't last long, I've walked this way before. Photo of a Lady in a chain locket; does she know the score? And so many times you've walked my way, so many words we never say, tomorrow & tomorrow but never name the Day & walk this way before. And walk this way before.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The ZENITH of your Zoom!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The ZENITH of your Zoom!"

...THE ZENITH OF YOUR ZOOM, how did it begin, a time when OUR Love filled the room "dans le Champs d'Elyese" when, fashionista U wore flowers in your hair, adapted Elton John stack-heeled shoes to elevate/promenade your "raison-d'Etre", a GIG most mere Mortals can only dream of? "Caviar, le déjeuner, Cognac/Cafe-Noir. C'est Soir?" (Easy on the Dijon mustard when we're kissing!)

How does it begin? A Mandrake root plucked from the womb/SCREAMING? Or a CHILDHOOD inner-thrust within your Soul or GOD-GIVEN-DIAMONDS in your CEREBRALISM, "avec" sometimes, UMBILIC, fatally UN-decided TO BE U on ITS own volition decide to Un-wind, (ENCORE!) failed Love, failed ambition, a self-addressed appalling cacophony of disillusion, an epiphany too late to un-wind the turning of Life's SCREW!? (Escargot? No problem, Sweetie-Pie! Easy on the Garlic!)

(Singing: "AH MET mah Million Dollar Babee at the (Le Cafe) FIVE & DIME!!!) (In New YORK?) Relax! Nothing on this subject is likely to make sense?

A veritable Classic perception. Far from an Impressionist's work. Manet, Monet; a SEURAT, or more blatant, the painting, THE KISS - full of Gold, Silver; the Austrians not only produced Adolf Hitler but GUSTAV KLIMT! Perhaps an inevitable potpourri of the Zenith of your ZOOM, likewise, as for Love? - a doom/ZOOM!? 

Within or without for the Love that once filled your room? Un-prepared, we sit on fates fragile throne, just plain destiny: Why is it we always arrive too soon? (Boulebais? Yes. Occasionally there ARE compensations!) Most folk I know R in need of a Spoon!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "All our Yesterdays!"

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "All our Yesterdays."

...WE NEVER REMEMBER THE NAMES OF CRIME- SERIAL KILLER -VICTIMS, only their MURDERERS (Jack the Ripper? Wayne Gaisy, Green River Dude!), their Bios/photos/terrible childhoods (sic.) -FRONT PAGE! But not their Victims. Society does not honor them with a memorial, village green statue/Law Enforcement's failure? Nor name the MASSES, holocausts, victims of Terrorism. No-one is untouched, historically by this Global guilt, instigating or suffering from!

We never remember (U.S.A.) Presidential "ALSO-RAN" candidates, just the ELECTED scoundrels who play Poker with your Tax dollars. But on a personal level, we hardly ever cherish our OWN lifetime's successes, victories, failures in the 11th. hour clouded with (the Scottish Play) SINS or regrets?

We never get to wash away ("OUT, damned spot!!!") our devious ways & (perhaps?) as if GOD's (If there IS one) altruistic cloud, even on the INTERNET, adverse-somehow prompting to stymie inner-CONSCIENCE: "Please do not walk on my Lawn?" OR Devils in our heads: "Piss off! I'm in a meeting!", "Let's do Lunch! Next year!", or "Alles Verboten!"? As for "Overseas"? "BOMBS-AWAY IRAN!/Keep my gasoline CHEAP!...It ain't mah business!".

...And as we NEVER remember...what we DON'T want to remember (all our yesterdays) the names of those innocent folks who WE or our forefathers, we have directly/indirectly wronged, discriminated-against or EXSTERMINATED; who can BARE their identity, our sometimes ($$$!) wicked deeds, ON RECORD exposed in a future Poet's song, and as a postscript, a TOME, list upon lists of highlighted Victims Names! "I was just obeying ORDERS & singing Societies Song!" Will there ever be a time, a GENERATION likely to do no wrong?

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Limping Man."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Limping Man."

...HAVE U EVER BEEN TO XANADO, TIMBUCTOO, or Katmandu or Boulogne-Sur- la-Mer? Have U ever said: "Depend on me!", "I'll pay U back! (Honest!)" or, as faint heart never won fair maiden, omitted to say: "I love U!". (Whilst mandatory groveling, pretty much: (Fr.) "de rigeur!", (GER) "Ab befielh!", (ENG) "Get on ya frickin' knees!"). EVE (as in Adam's Rib) will, to THIS day always be Queen of the Apple Tree!

...Can't help feeling/thinking there's a Hound Dog aspect to this moment: "WOOF! -WOOF!" -Tongue panting? An Odyssey/CIRCE's pigs-wallowing situ.?

Yet, it's ONLY the Lonely who compose our fave songs for the CRIPPLES which, I guess, mostly, somehow, mostly who we R. And it's only the tongue-tied/frenzied-in-love's grasp, uncannily, defines this emotional labyrinth of paradox. Existentialists in search of The Maltese Falcon, the lost Biblical Ark of the Covenant, Ponce de Lyon's Fountain of Youth or that important letter - marked FRICKIN' URGENT! - gone awry at the Caen's (France) Post Office? A majesty in "Gob-smack-confoundation", the limping man abroad. Corpses-whittled bones litter civilizations roadsides!

...Incidentally, after viewing the Bayeau Tapestry have U ever queued up at the CAENS (France) Post Office? -A notorious edifice of government-functioning imbecility, your correspondence sure to be lost. DECEMBER-7th, 1941: "The JAPS R GONNA BOMB PEARL HARBOUR!!!" -no worries, Monsieur! We sent it PAR AVION/Airmail, but the Mail plane is in the SHOP? 

Have U ever - in your despair - WAILED at da MOON!?... I wouldn't worry too much. U R a JANITOR, right? Me too. So just limp along with your broom.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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

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

...MAH "MOJO" AIN'T WORKING ANYMORE, my MOJO GAT-NO-MOJO anymore! Clear signs! -I ain't ejaculating any sincere-Literary concepts, no ERRECT-stalwart - thank God I'm British! - opiniated/reasonably non-racist/non-fascist a 'la diatribe Blogposts by the score? In fact, I'm just "penile" flagging (old age or just too much booze?), getting the SWEATS, drooling over non-overseas travel & past erotic assignations, hotel lobbies, strangers on a train or hitch-hiking w/guitar, belladonnas U R likely/supposed to meet? (Farewell cruel World!)

...It's always (can be) HARD to be a son - even worse for a Gal - to be the spawn of a Preacher-Man. U grow up having to sing all those dreary Psalms/Songs: "Onward Christian Soldiers, marching off to God knows where?" And no wonder ISLAMISTS think we R Kebabs to be culturally devoured, stiffing our buffet/fast food/kiosk servings "sans" (without) Lettice, tomato, Chilli-sprinkles, to think ALLAH gets to score a World Cup Soccer winning goal? (In ya DREAMS!!!)

...I wonder about DAT!...I wonder about that?...Then I resolved to have myself a BEER, a concoction the ancient Egyptians (Pre-Islam!) enjoyed & recorded (Hieroglyphics) to keep their MOJO on top of their MOJO, perhaps crazy in their OWN sometimes desperate Times? Persian Poet HAFIZ (A Shakespeare/Dante/Homer/perhaps a touch of Baudelaire?) writes/WARNS! ..."Do not play with a Tigers Cubs nor rob a young woman of her illusions!" But notably absent in his majestic works - probably getting loaded on Brewskies - he never addressed his MOJO NOT or "in full gear" working! And Whisky-in-the-Jaro! But what da heck! Hemmingway writes: "The Sun also Rises!" And my OWN  MOJO still got Tomorrow!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Kiss of Joy!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Kiss of Joy!"

...JUST A MELANCHOLY MOMENT, just a melancholy Girl. Just a melancholy ZIG-ZAG, the progress she made? Just a melancholy fortune she found in her Night; Melancholy dreams R all we-re about.

...She found her Mission in her passion that no-one can deny. A price above rubies, her ZEALOUSY, no limits, that girl will always reach for the sky!

Just a melancholy moment, a kiss U don't understand. A melancholy kiss of joy, her World in God's hands.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. (For all girls/Ladies subject to Religious, Cults & barbaric Islamic suppression.)