Our Man in Europe/now in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "My Brilliant Career!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "My Brilliant Career!"

(dedicato, orig. genius Australian LADY WRITER, 1901, Miles Franklin, who described AUSSIE-OUTBACK life expecting no recognition. U can buy/read HER book or SEE the Australian MOVIE: "My Brilliant Career" on Utube with Aussie star-studded cast. THIS, my Blog Post, a Salute to HER, a righteous Artist, not to be forgotten.)

"My Brilliant Career." 

(This a longish post so U might want to make a sandwich/put a 6-pack of beer/bottle of Vino on ice/roll 2 or 3 cigarettes/turn off your phone...then RElax.)

"My Brilliant Career.)

DO NOT DO TODAY IF U CAN PUT IT OFF till Tomorrow. Sheep shearing? No worries. Leave THAT GIG to the experts. Logistics, Politicians, your needy In-Laws awaiting your demise? At some point they'll go NUTS not knowing if they're gonna inherit! The Sheep? They'll stay WOOLLY/buy tickets to a LED ZEPPELIN arena concert. S-what Sheep do.

 Meantime?  I DON'T invest in a "sure thing" & if her daddy got NO Money, even less: "When tomorrow comes" (Carole King) & if her Pappy (local Sherrif) rides me out of town? OUCH! Like OVID (Roman Poet) who had the same problem with Augustus-Caesar who exiled him from Rome to RUMANIA for writing SMUT...A disrespectful Family can do that to U too? (People R SO finicky!) Why is the act of fornication exhibited/masturbation for that matter considered publicly taboo? The Etruscans, according to Greek observers never had such qualms.

(AHA!!! And Facebook - Censorship! - these days/2026) ...despite my Classical education and, alas I am now voluntarily self-exiled in BELIZE/by Mexico & I haven't even re-written a SMUTTIER version of OVID's "Metamorphosis"!... But leastways the CHURCH (?), American COPS/ICE/the USA's Imperial Guard, Canada, countries I've been kicked out of, down here they can't CENSOR or bust me! (Haven't spent ONE NIGHT in jail down here!) Age 70, drinking less but still wanna YAHOO!!! (Thinking of relocating to CUBA: Career move).

(CICERO:) "Only a FOOL will DANCE" though out THERE there's always a prancing Rudolph Valentino or 2; and in THIS - Rudolph Valentino/Silent movie star 's -case he had a zillion fans and ONE classic star-struck "Groupie"/Lover? One in particular, (probably Natasha-whoosits) always cloaked/black veiled-graveside placed anniversary flowers ON his grave and, I guess later joined him asunder in Loves eternity a 'la gossip, romantic legends, old "78" scratchy records, the Gilded Age.

... Even today, her identity, somewhat unknown: No "Selfies/Fotos" of course. The Paparazzi in the 1920s was in its infancy. Nobody stood STILL long enough. (Early Photo-techie-thingy?). "Selfies", amongst the "smart-set" probably VERBOTEN! Today? U wear disguise. Ice-Hockey Goalie mask. (Even at funerals!) "Molto Romantico!" -Think-Caruso on a bad night. Or Maria Callas in embryo. Concepts/projections-SWIRL! -Privacy in Death - "sans Hollywood" I suppose. In repose U can still make $$$ for what good it does U. Ask Micael Jackson.

Still. IN Love's eternity, Homer's Ulysses, Gaelic/Norse Sagas, "Romeo & what's her name?", 'Le Chanson de Roland", "Zen & the art of Motorcycle Maintenance" a 'la "A tale told by an IDIOT full of sound & fury" to the HULLABALOO of generations pompous trumpets and now CINEMATICALLY, still THEN to blaze, to dumb down the masses to an empty cerebral place: An Irish Dray Horse, fed just enough to know it's still hungry, Fames' Night of the Locusts: The OSCAR movie awards?

 A "Molto romantico Socio-Cultural Thrift Store. One step UP from a pawn shop where the Prophets, GODS (?), those man-made JU-JU-MEN as true as Cicero's non-Dancers in the sky wearing RAYBANS! The BLUES BROTHERS maybe, with Angel wings! (Nothing incidentally has changed?):

And: "Will U still need me? (The Beatles!) Will U still feed me? When I'm 64?" Ya gotta wonder? (Pawnshop: How much do I get for this TIMEX watch?) The 1990s band ABBA: "SELFIE ME-SELFIE U! -AHAH!!!" -WotchagonnaDO? The simpering hordes will always queue up outside Hollyweird's whoosits Chinese theatre for any glitzy premier?

DIAMONDS AIN'T - JAMES BOND - actually FOREVER when U got none! TWIX the Bible, Shakespeare, Dante & the full LOTUS seated BA-HA, the sayings of Confucius; the repetitive ravings of: "Do not put your faith in Princes/Never trust a man who doesn't DRINK & keep one eye on the non-smokers, likewise old Brothel Gals NOW main-street ladies "with issues" who HATE SMOKERS", Virgins BEWARE!

In hindsight, pity I didn't meet JULIET when I was 20! SHE was too - a nonsmoker -refined & I was inconstant-as is the way of frivolous Youth who knows too much too soon. (My excuse.) And all bets R off when U start playing guitar 2-Chord Blues! Her harmonica playing incidentally, was also atrocious! (Could-a formed a Band? We'll never know.) She married some clown with a serious Pocket Book.

World War 1 Soldiers song: "Pack all ya troubles in your old Kit Bag & Smile-Smile-Smile!"

Life, TIME! It marches on. So! Now! As raw-souding as singer JOHNNY CASH or like a Soldier from the GREEK-ALAMO, the Grecian THERMOPOLAE battlefield, wounded but groaning who after a couple or 6 Ouzos might say: "In Folsom Prison/scratch that/...Traveler, who pass on by", from Istanbul to Damascus, London to L.A. (I'm getting verbose) & now with ALL the AZTEC astronomical wisdom THAT star-studied culture applied... pant-pant...which we interpret day by day; richer or for poorer, haunted yet rejoicing, far from the madding crowd, mostly comfortably numb: my brilliant career. OUR brilliant sojourn. With any AUTOBIOGRAPHY it's hard to know how to be inclusive, to WRITE YOURSELF IN? 

 A conjurer's domain? Destiny's sleight of hand. A Caravanserai to the end of Time. Do we still yearn for Yesterday? Our brilliant career... on this pesky road all souls must travel, regardless, MUSTING in our LIVING-OBLIVION but borne to accept we just "mosey" along? Or do we RAGE till our last breath and IN death TATTOO a prehistoric hieroglyphic on some desert rock for later generations to find? I wonder. Yours & mine. Our BRILLIANT whoosits.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. (F.Y.I. Back in the mid 1970s having read Miles Franklin's "My Brilliant Career" I formed a London Band: MY BRILLIANT CAREER and released a 12" long-play Single. (Message of Love). It made it to No. 1 on the U.K. Radio Play charts.)

There's a THRIFT STORE awaiting everyone's life. One step UP from A PAWNSHOP magnet, the nuts & bolts/your demise/abandoned life-long souvenirs.

Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "GENGHIS KHAN!" (People will talk!)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "GENGHIS KHAN!" (People will talk!)

(...a continuation of my TIME TRAVEL/ Fantasy-Blog/not telling the CHINESE - blog posts that R probably worthless/yet mildly amusing: - see previous 3 TIME TRAVEL blog posts: This is No. 4:

"GENGHIS KHAN." (People/THE HORDES will talk!)

...MY TIME-TRAVEL GOVERMENT MASTERS launched me ONCE AGAIN INTO THE PAST/sent me to - TIME TRAVEL visit/encounter TAMBOULINE/'historical-Dude who WARED & didn't take prisoners. A battlefield of corpses & amputees. But MY OWN Government/Scientific T-T (Time Travel) co-ordinates were off-center, so I ran into GENGKIS KANH, and I (my fool T-T/Time Travel-mission masters) had me wrongly attired. My T-T tailoring, dressed in a white Tuxedo/Gieves & Hawkes bowtie, Turnbull & Asser silk shirt, yet TIME erases/all Cellphones and wore DOWN...

... my own TIME- TRAVEL accoutrements leaving only the rags I am presently wearing dragged out of Life's dirt: No good with a BEE-GEES soundtrack -I landed on the MONGOLIAN TUNDRA, overdressed though on the "ground floor":(People will talk!) Still. T-T! (TIME TRAVEL!) I showed up. (Sometimes T-T/Time Travel? -It's what U gotta DO!) Sometimes Ya gotta show up looking new? TIME-Thingy!!! No Internet. Leastways not in 1352!...

(People will talk!)

Nighttime, massive camp campfires across the Siberian plains, & I was asked to STRUM my own damned song, so I did,  a "cover band" -rendition by a Persian Poet named HAFIZ, a version, before the ISLAM SCOURGE, before our intelligent Middle Eastern Ladies, Teachers & Scientists, our new MOMS & DAUGHTERS who must now scatter & cloak in a BURQUA &/OR be silenced: So I strummed  HAFIZ's "The road to Damascus. Fates appointment!"...I might have got a few words wrong. WE POETS R not perfect. TIME-TRAVEL of course - no pun intended - does it in fact WARP a mind. Today's (Persian?) MULLAHS can't take "Freedom of Thought." They don't know How-to get OUT of their religio-structured-brainwashed mind. 

(People will talk!)

.... In MY SAD-SAP Case: Got to THINKING they sent the "Wrong Man", (Henry Fonda/Film Noir), they sent the wrong TIME-TRAVEL DUDE or some "Our Man in Havana", an idiot SPY without a plan. (Pension Plan Application?) AS FOR GENGHIS-KAHN, what's to know other than he - never conquered - but traversed/ravaged the WORLD, built no citadels nor a monument to his - transient-lifestyle - Mongol grave. Makes U wonder what they'll put on your OWN gravestone, less U get butchered in a Civil War ditch: "Here lies some poor bastard/culled by the Mongol hordes, his bones on these fields lie scattered in the wind. Did he piss in the wind? Did he offend ALLAH? Can U look his mother in the eyes?

(People will talk.)

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Last of the Dumbfucks!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Last of the Dumbfucks!"

 - (continuing my Fantasy/History themed TIME-TRAVEL blog posts from "The RE-Charge of the Light Brigade" & T-T No. 2: T-T Misgivings.)

"TIME TRAVEL No. 3: "The Last of The Dumbfucks."

...IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES; it was the worst of times. In the Colonies, late 1600s, Governor SPOTSWOOD made several expeditions into "darkest/territory unknown" of what is now known as Pennsylvania, a U.S.A. State renown for coal mines & George Thorogood ("I drink ALONE!!!) Roadhouse Rock & Roll, a State which is as oblong as Texas is wide.

Writer Fennimore-Cooper parked out his novel (The Last of the Mohicans) of this wild/untouched territory (British colonial era) where some Colonel got his TEST-TACKLES ATE by attacking MOHICANS; pre-PUNK ROCK "sans" electric-3-chord guitars, a precursor of the later British - The BEATLES - music invasion where-in (the Mohicans?) the locals too might have remained SEX PISTOLS "pretty vacant". Hard to say.

TIME-TRAVEL MISSIONS are "wearing" on a T-T Man. I'm thinking of asking for a pay-rise. Meantime, the T-T LORDS landed me HERE on this colonial/lyrical/frontier. We R talking C.I.A., K.G.B. MOSSAD, & M.I.5/as long as the CHINESE R kept in the dark in fear they initiate MASS T-T Travel & screw up World History... Still, my mission's purpose was quite illusive. T-T management never overload U with details full knowing, but never intimating, T-T isn't a day out with Simon & Garfunkel to Coney Island!

And YES! Pity Mio! What was I supposed to do? -Overloaded with music by THE CLASH never mind more than one ERA'S culturally ZONKED brain? And never mind the Mohicans, what about Governor SPOTSWOOD! Do I tell him about FACEBOOK, trips to DA MOON or Taylor Swift?...

I guess my T-T Masters got (Time-) wind of my confusion & "DUST DOWN-TIME-EXTRACTED" me, pulled me out my T-T dilemma which is supposed to eliminate/eradicate all memory of any Mission. Yet in anticipation of my Sinister T-T Masters, I hereby Post.

Anyhow. Water under the bridge I suppose. Nobody SCALPED ME!!!...My next T-T assignment? (I submitted my Pay Rise Application): "The Assassination of Julius Caesar!". The assassination of J.F.K. I guess, the "powers-that-be" were keeping buried for when all conspirators were either dead & gone or their descendants had squirreled the pay-off into banks on the Caymans? 

What do I care! I'm still waiting on my T-T Pay Rise approval application. And AS for Julius Caesar's demise. through this particular mission I would also meet - through this singular T-T mission - a Roman goddess, the only woman I ever loved. Her name was Cleopatra.

...U don't know the meaning of T-T heartbreak folks? But that's another story!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

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.