Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Time Travel, No. 2. /T-T misgivings."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Time Travel, No. 2./T-T misgivings."

(dedicato: Loic X.)

...IT WAS THE BEST OF BARS (Cafes) it was the worst of Bars, Fat YA-YA or Old Fat Magot who - long ago - captured Aristo-Beaus between their thighs might have given them a "dose" which they then passed on to their future wives. (Mandatory for the European Grand Tour.) My TEST-TACKLES on this occasion were quite safe.

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. RAIN-RAIN-RAIN! -Paris-France in September, my government sponsored - TIME TRAVEL/undercover Dude/GIG - landed me in the1990s so I'd patioed myself in Montmartre at the CAFE RDV (Rendezvous) des Amis a-table with Mon frere Loic De X who I had actually met in "real time' decades before.

Time Travel enables U to encounter a myriad of living - or dead - folks. Most, U never heard of. But some R innate enemies, some instant friends! Some to fleece U? Some, to defend! Some R sharks of course. Some, just plain Losers. Your wallet, the shirt off your back? One eye on the angled mirror over the bar.

In Time Travel U R plunged into an emotional quagmire of regrets, hauntings, GHOSTS all shrouded in some spinal yesteryear. Past lovers? -who R barely above the grave with complexions (think cheese) like Rochefort/Stilton/Brie-gone-bad and a withered withdrawn demeanor for just who desires an ice cold ELGERA kiss, a maggot or 2 on her lower lip?

...And necrophilia not being your "bag", U justifiably attempt to FLEE in abject terror, singing: "One more "Vin de Table" before I go...Better make it a large one; One more "Vin de Table" before I go; to the valley below!" (Time Travel is not for the feeble in Spirit.) "Le plate du jour" maybe cheap but it isn't free.

Time Travel. Oh boy! Like a cyclonic spiral, better still, a labyrinth, of INNER REGRETS - dealing with the Past here - hardly ever lets U go. TIME IS A PRISM: Ghosts. Hauntings. Even moments of "Deja-vu" have U in its primordial coils. And your Time Travel Tourist Impressionist (painting) smile may work for a lost weekend in this - government sponsored T-T - investigation of a famous unsolved Murder? ...Here's hoping I get to realize my Government Pension plan.

...T-T communications at this "time", even though government sponsored, R akin to early telephone calls or basic radio transmissions. Pretty fragile. But I can - if this message gets to U - tell U that my NEXT T-T assignment is to Istanbul. Some master spy named Cicero: "The Five Fingers"! And after? Vienna, Austria to check out some hood named Harry Lime. And don't ask. The T-T bosses just send me where they send me. Just don't tell the Chinese! They'll mass produce T-T Tourism. (Holy moly!) And they MAY be watching the same "film noirs"!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix....For the FIRST TIME TRAVEL post on this Blog/scroll down & read the post: "The RE-CHARGE of the LIGHT BRIGADE"....I will be continuing the theme as the spirit moves.

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

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

...I DON'T DRINK TOO MUCH but I drink ENOUGH on account I don't want the Booze to go bad. I don't CHAIN-SMOKE - unless I have to - all the time. I DON'T fall in love on a Dime, but when U only got Nickels? I post depressing Poems on Dave Delacroix @ Blogspot.com. "Our Man in Europe." I may as well be on planet-someplace for all the response the blog gets...Oddly, over a quarter of a Million: Lotta bored people out there? But YO! I'm not in love. Inter-planetary Internet PORN still light years away & the orgy of Youth long gone.

THESE DAYS I don't travel anywhere; been, done & seen that. Seen it all before. Temples, monuments, Parthenon, Panty-Thongs, I knew a cutie in Istanbul who turned out to be ABDUL! Like I say, long since I shoved "all my yesterdays" up Memories/Frank Zappa's "Grande Kazoo!" And these days I try not to whine in these Belizean balmy tropical evenings, so I've taken to whining at the crack of dawn - accompanied by our local jungle birds/cacophonic dawn chorus, and Java-coffee, Bloody Mary & Jesus chain smoking before the standard "petite déjeuner" of Whisky & Beer. It's become a ritual.

U can sing AT the Moon. U can bow down/pray to a Rock. Wooden Crosses R still in vogue/kneeling posture. Luckily, I'm Bi-Polar/ambidextrous/can't play tennis/prone to "attention deficit disorder", I know my A-B-C's, but I can never get past DAVE! Not to mention I was not TO the Manor born nor with a silver spoon. And I don't drink too much. I only keep an eye on the booze in case it goes bad. But, sadly, BIG BAMBU! -U never can escape your gloom. That Big Bambu. No matter where U roam. When it wraps its arms around U.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Oh Happy Day!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Oh Happy Day!"

...WHEN JESUS WALKED, (When Jesus walked...) Where Jesus walked (Where Jesus walked...): O happy day! O happy day! O happy day.

When U 1st. KISSED - O happy day - the one U first loved? -O happy day. There were NO tomorrows, O happy day! U betch-a! O happy day, that day.

When Jesus walked - O happy day - U walked in his footsteps - O happy day - and when YOU first loved: O happy day. (Sing along:) "O happy Day. O happy day!" (Don't be shy:) "O HAPPY DAY!"

And still your LOVE is so True - O happy day - & the Kids R clothed & FED & all SAFE - O happy day -  ...and so let's ALL sing together? -Remember the words? Foot tapping is acceptable too:

"O Happy Day." (Let me HEAR U!) "O happy day." Oh yeah/U got it! "O happy day! O happy day." THIS IS your Day!... O... happy...day!... (U can all sit down now.)

c.2026. dave delacroix.

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

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

...(singing/whining:) ...I GOT ISSUES WITH MY ISSUES, I gotta feeling...the World has done me wrong. I gotta FEEKING - peeking at me! - outside of WAR & PEACE; I got some heartfelt, serious ISSUES, U will never UNDERSTAND -don't get me wrong (?)... And when...

...And when I think/see U trespass on MY SOUL - I'm sensitive-sometimes? - I'll sure as hell give U "What for!!!", "WELL...Y-KNOW?" (Actor Christopher Walken-speak) Nobody gonna get away with that? I'll EVEN UP da score! -And on the Internet, I yell my song! (U can Man-Bun your long hair but U cannot hide!) My HARRADAN-harangue will strip it down.

I got ISSUES, left, right, sometimes Left too. I'll give U "what for!" -it's what I do! U got everything U need, but U don't know what U want, where-as I DO! I AM & always WILL BE your personal-societal nemesis & as any respectable KAREN in your neighborhood WE NEED to RANT, From Clochemerle/France or in downtown-N.Y.C.: And traditionally, in most neighborhoods there's always one or two KARENS who wrestle with their Blues, every ready for confrontation, in olden days, the Village Nag? (...Always that "U/Not ME" factor.) 

I got ISSUES. I got issues. A psychotic ALAMO which I must defend! Rain or shine. Shut your dammed KIDS up! My Feng-sui Gyro-all outta WAK! They play too near my garden!  And YOU!!! Fishing! Canoe-in down my back garden "personal" bayou. As FOR, and I just don't like the clothes U wear? SO, GET OFF MY CLOUD! Respect MY ISSUES! And no use whining. I'll out-whine U! COS that's what a classic KAREN will do.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "All along the Lee Shore."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "All along the Lee Shore."

(dedicato: Gordon Westran/Sheffield/U.K. Bro.)

....ALL ALONG THE LEE SHORE, shipwrecks like U & Me lie half buried in the sand, all with a story to tell like some almost forgotten song old seafarers still hum: "OH-ANACREON (Greek Poet) we raise a glass to thee!" or "ADMIRAL LORD NELSON -we'll DRIVE HOME into the gates of HELL for thee!"

ANACREON in heaven? We raise a glass to thee!

Sometimes U feel like an old Sheffield Wednesday Football Club soccer ball. Not %100 inflated left over from a muddy field. 

Alas! And so it goes, beached as we R on this mind-set Skeleton Coast, an empiric-elephantine boneyard OF MEMORY left to be buried by Time's desert sands like a Saharan OZYMANDU monument for future generations to gape at and wonder. Nevertheless, a Lee Shore which no West-Wind-OH! Mariner ever expects. It comes as the Iron Duke of WATERLOO fame now faded into obscurity.

ANACREON in heaven? We raise a glass to thee! Anacreon, U bawdy hack? We sing U into eternity. (UP THE OWLS!!!)

c.2026. Dave Delacroix/David Michael Oxley.

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Saturday, in the Park."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Saturday, in the Park." (Après song by 60s band Chicago/their Chicago V LP)

"Saturday, in the Park." 

...I GET VERTIGO IN THE VERTIGO inside my mind. I WEEP but never cry; certifiable? Probably. I should have been RE-HOUSED from Soullessness long ago.

I get drunk before I'm drunk, a sensitivity of Soul. I write poems about the "only woman I ever loved" long before we meet. (Weird.)

It's so hard to be a sex-symbol when nobody knows. My fashionista tailor is the local Thrift store. Oh boy! Do I shine? -Plaid on Plaid!

I invented the "French-Dip Soup". Forgot to Copyright. Get no royalties. Same THING: Russian TEA/Tea without milk. Culinary History passed me over.

And it's difficult to be "the leader of the Pack" when U hate crowds, like a Politician, Poet or a Freedom Fighter who hates People? The funeral pyre of peoples Autograph Books.

Still. Saturday, in the park, I thought it was the 4th. of July. And there I sat upon the grass, a "Nowhere Man", O.K.-ing -it's O.K. to ask Why...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Europe/now Spying in Belize/not selling Vacuum Cleaners/DAVE DELACROIX: "The RE-CHARGE of the LIGHT BRIGADE" (a

 Our Man in Europe/now Spying in Belize/not selling Vacuum Cleaners/DAVE DELACROIX: "The RE-CHARGE of the LIGHT BRIGADE!"

(A fantasy/creative literary Blogpost of a renown historical event: The Charge of the Light Brigade/Crimean War/1857 responsible for - as in ALL War, lots of needless dead bodies but also Florence Nightingale, the founder of modern-day hospitals: "The Lady with the Lamp".)

"...The RECHARGE of the LIGHT BRIGADE!"

...NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE KNOW THIS - Time Travel? Still under the cloak of Government Secrecy - but I was THERE: C.I.A, K.G.B., M.I.5.; yes, TIME TRAVEL is under wraps less the CHINESE find out and mass produce Time Travel Tourism. But I, yes, I was THERE (assigned/secret agent/undercover) with my "Hasselback", my Kodak instamatic camera too & a Super-8-Cine! (My Cellphone dissolved thru Time Travel, incidentally. No Internet service in 1857 anyhow.) I COULD have used my 35mm-CINE/with aluminum tripod but - wearing Period clothes - a sure target for Russian snipers on the battlefields every side... & it WOULD have wrecked Poet-Tennysons "Into the Valley of Death rode the 600...plus some oddball taking "Selfies"?" (U can't mess with the Past/First Law of Time Travel.)

Anyhow. Into the Valley of whoosits rode the 600? Maybe 575. Yet AS an eyewitness to this debacle, and I too, astride-DONKEY there-in trailing behind the cavalry, snapping photos horses/riders' asses I was a tad - as they say in Italy - "incapacitato"!" -Later I would muse, like mounting a GOYA painting, the Naked MAJA, a Bela on a divan, a Saturday night, wonderfully inebriated but without bedside candelabras/heartbreak-City! -I was essentially blind as a BAT; In other words, no upfront grisly Foto "close ups" to win me a Nobel prize. Photojournalism even incorporating Time Travel is unforgiving outside of getting butchered in the fray. Journalism is self-glorification. The STORY is just backdrop. But I digress:

Lord CARDIGAN, in command of the Light Brigade, perhaps he wore a thick one, (a Cardigan) the precursor of the modern bullet-proof vest/ leastways he survived the charge/didn't get a scratch. By all accounts he was a "jolly good fellow" -madcap-drunk, and these days (2026) a pre-requisite for British Army Sandhurst Officers College. And YES! A True Commander of Troops, faithful unto death, whose BOYS, lances-wielding, sabers swirling, the like of those who sent Napoleon's armies to their graves and as later recorded (& FILMED!) in the GREAT WAR (1914-18), the "like", armed only with a "swagger stick": "Come-On Me-boys! For England & St. George!" Thousands per day of course immediately mowed down...Every English/French town/village has a monument listing names: "Pour la Gare".

But THIS notable "engagement", the stuff of legend, the Charge of the Light Brigade full of "cut & dash" not forgetting eternal military glory, we - on site/"On the Ground" as USA Media reporters love to enunciate, we, my donkey-with, and the Light Brigade, TROT-TROT-TROT went FWD. (Could-a been a Horse guards' parade!) But THAT only lasted for about 20 minutes... A late arrival, a Captain Nolan/superb horseman recently reassigned from warfare in the Punjab (India) had hand-delivered an ancient E-Mail/"DISPATCH" from the "High Command" who were picnicking on a hillside promontory, armed with Telescopes way back yonder which - the DISPATCH - seemed to cause some consternation/confusion/bickering amongst Lord Cardigan, subject to LORD RAGLAN, the engagements senior commander who subsequently retired from the "advance", rejoining the ranks of the reserve "Heavy" brigade.

Anyhow, (TROT-TROT-TROT), a picaresque vision of an assortment of riders, the ranks in splendid formation, be-splendant in uniforms, gold or brass buttoned, red, black & crimson tunics, Jodhpur riding pants, knee high, spurred boots in black or Bond Street fashion Monkey-shit brown, chain-mail strap helmets, paste-board tops or steely-peak caps; mustachioed fellows sharing a brandy flask or 2, a devil-may-care attitude. It struck me that NONE of them had any illusions, not since WATERLOO of what hell they were riding into. -Lord Raglan, out in front. Erect, Sabre upheld!

The rest is now bleary. TWO CANNON-SHRAPNEL bursts exploded overhead. Captain Nolan's horse went down/Nolan's head blown clean off, yet his arm/hand still waggled his saber in the air? The latter of the two-explosive bursts, and my donkeys alarm, I was thrown to the ground, where-in my donkey was directly turned into BBQ! -And my camera equipment, utterly shattered/no "selfies" alas, as the Light Brigade upgraded from a parade ground TROT to a CANTER, hooves pounding & the wails of "Victory or Death!".  

......................The relief of Mafeking, 55 Days in Peking, the Zulu war, Roukes Drift. Korea. Vietnam. TWO WORLD WARS! Yet in the Crimea, "the Lady with the Lamp", Florence Nightingale who took it upon herself with many volunteer nurses and led her OWN CHARGE to patch up the madness of Mans insanity. A heart felt pulse which we should all revere.

Today? So help me God, I've been reassigned. My latest Time Travel mission, (1990s) and no worries, Hi-tech visual recording gear. My global "Maigret's"-government Masters have allocated me personal space-satellite time all downloaded AND encrypted on my cellphone. The password is: "The Rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain/Betty's got a brand-new dog." -I should be able to remember that. I'm still "on the ground" (media speak) in a war zone. It's just as gross as before. This time, the Middle East. A tribal-situ. A bunch of Hatfield & McCoys who've been going AT IT for 2 millennium over divergent Icons in the sky or the correct way to tie the laces on your sandals (?)...

c.2026. dave delacroix.