Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....NO SMOKING.... BRIGADOON...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...NO SMOKING0BRIGADOON.


….*Glasgow Journalism, a tough RE-call from Italia, England, the Americas...CALLED to the BAR, an honorary Councillor, PROTEST,  Smoka-roni-Ban, in PUB or Taverna where WORKING MEN find a lone tweed pride and nirvana....As in Glasgow...

...A grand bust of Beethoven over the Music Shop.
CUrry on Gibson Street every Saturday night!
Macintosh Design and Poet McGonigal, DA CROW IS NIS ERE NOO!!!
And at the STONEHOUSE bar, try to make progress, in ONE lifetime, through 200 malt whiskeys of your INNER Choir...

AND U LADIES OF ABERDEEN, High Teas, Judge ROY BEAN, Sheffield-TEXAS, when the Town got respectable and, WHOA!!!...banned the BAGPIPES!...

I can smoke a PIPE in SEVEN YEARS to countenance your WIFFIE-Machiavelli in your HOUR, your gender, or legislate in the COLD winds of FEBRUARY,  me-thinks, my Dear, a frigid Spring, no longer in your STEAMIE ….yet ALL the World to conceive…in your Steamie.


c2018,davedelacroix, Italy.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Robinson Crusoe.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Robinson Crusoe.


...WELL, I ONCE was a LAD, about and abound in the West Riding of Yorkshire and BEFORE OXFORD or Cambridge town...I had 2 fancy Daughters. Yet I did not DESPAIR or cook up a HARE with Bambini on my hands. Me Mamma took care and I, for wealth and fortune would take to the Sea and  return to be Pappa to Me fancy daughters.

Alas, their Mama-s Love in Me did bleed, a faraway, disconsolate. And overseas no consolation as in the Americas I ran a-foul of pirates, divers hands and most foul diversity, years between.

And now AGED, grey, I return, clay pipe in my mouth. All me fancy daughters now full grown with families OWN. How will they find the man that USED to be...now here  to honour their Mama-s sad grave...


c2018,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Dostoyevsky.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Dostoyevsky.

* dedicato Sergei


3 days without the Internet, gone with WIND, I decided to kill my neighbours. Inconvenient noisy fuckers, the Left-Side of Cool. Gals, ALL called PATTI, at the local MINI-Market, on my List. Gotta think about my BARTENDERS though. Takes SERIOUS thought. Not so much about a TAB, more about WIFI. Luigi, Capitano on a fishing boat down at Sciacca harbour, delivers the groovy PESCI, maybe we can put it down to a STORM and my Councillor, charging too much, fell off the piazza Scandalitto cliff. I-ve  been warning tourists bout dat FOREVER.....Still. My Destiny, my Dynamic may yet NOT go astray when I invite my CLOSEST friends down to local FOGGIA beach, not arriving myself, and a convenient Tsunami washes them all away! YUP! 3 days without Internet and the Devil makes works for idle hands, me-thinks, or SO we say!


c2018,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....GEORGES SIMENON.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....GEORGES SIMENON.


*dedicato. Isabel Pessora, Artist-Francais.


When EVIL came it caught me wearing TWEED in Winter, NOT Autumn, disparaging the little things, the minutiae, that make Life-s Cinq-quoi, Me and You... in Seasons of mists.

When EVIL arrived, NO Nero, no bianco, no MASQUE, no MASTA-BLASTO except only in a singue, blood,  the SCUFF of Conscience, a reputation, dignity gone South!

When LOVE has gone South EVIL rejoices. A Jailing! A Contempt! A Song UN-sung!!!

When EVIL came.. a chopped-off head, she put the BODY in the Freezer, ASTA LA VITA, she took the Insurance and PLANNED on a Mediterranean cruise, Autumn leaves and Muse...apparently, with me...

Allors! But it didn-t quite work out. The POZI-DRIVE-Screwdriver....Pick a Dog a Bone....Bloody fingerprints. And despite protestations of Innocence, OUTRIGHT INSANITY...

...those bastards HUNG ME by the neck without Shoes.... FOR U.



c2018,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Beirut Cafe.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Beirut Café.


*dedicato, Reese Mulligan and N.Y.C., Café Beirut. and CBGB-Umfug afficionadoes.


Did U EVER wear Hipsters
did U ever wear slant sunglasses-Noir.
Did U ever fuck ya boyfriend
with a French Tickler.
Did U ever go WAIL, Up-top
a Limousine, Jazz-scene,
Broadway, N.Y.C., or lower East side.

Did U ever WAX pregnant
at the Beirut Café, no NEED to ask
did U ever sing da Blues...
Did U ever Panhandle
on some WARHOL Champs d-Elysee's
or give your body
just to keep your Soul.

Did U ever wear Hipsters
like NOW, on a Saturday night
or wonder IF Yesterday, maybe,
had U in it-s Sights!
Did U ever kiss Tomorrow
like when the Packard failed to arrive
this side of Cool.

Did U ever RE-invent a FACE
or shake hands with Foes
just to...get along. Or BACK
to those Hipsters, Saturday nights,
back to Heaven, EVERYTHING
seemed Righteous!

Back to THOSE days
when everything BELONGED,
back to U, in focus,
U sang EVER Song, TRA-LA-LA!
...or this side of COOL
at the Beirut Café....



c2018,davedelacroix,cafe porta Palermo,murphys pub, Sciacca-sicily, November.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Monte Carlo Casino.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Monte Carlo Casino..

*dedicato, Martina.


DIAMONDS or SPADES, the Non-accidental TOURIST-false-Waltz, demi-couture, SELFIE immortalizes a VACANZA, not suffering B n B-s, Whisky, waiters, belligerent Gals, Gigolos, with NO time of the day....AND lie in California, the Surfing Crews, socially IN-cubated by-tan, a twilight, night-time, NO HOPE for the Gal, Red Dress...I hope she HAS one...ALL is loneliness.
….It-s what U bring to the Table. IL TAVOLA!...and EXPECTING OF, not much but sometimes...in Paris, Napoli, a smile goes a long way. And the last Vacanza, 5 minutes, Usurped by your latent expectations, arises to drive it HOME as to where U went on a holiday... My Paramour and Me, I dare say, our hands adjoined, elegant and smiling, in Monte Carlo with diamonds and spades. On THAT card. Banco! Mai-Qui!


C.2018, davedelacroix. Sciacca-sicilia. Just back from the Cote d-azure.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...A WOMB with a VIEW.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...A Womb with a View.

*dedicato Carol M. Aniello.


A Womb with a View that never goes away, astray, azure!
A womb with a view, within a hologram that suggests
a hologram, an Um-biblical to All our senses. A womb
with a view, UN-towards yet DE-ciphered
in a CODEX, like a Noble Birthmark, a WOMB with a VIEW
of Me, of You, of we two.


c2018, davedelacroix,sciacca-sicily, vicola la marca.