The Last Enchantment
Monday, April 30, 2007
Yet More Holiday Snapshots
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Merlin By Fleur- "The Emperor In His War Room"
N : Hey , I see you've bought a new camera.
M: Yes indeed.
N: Can I have a go ? You just sit over there a minute.
** Several clicks later **
M : OK - my turn. You just sit over there.
N : Fuck off. I'm not having you stick my photo on your blog with a dirty comment.
I think I've been rumbled : Might as well jump.
M: Yes indeed.
N: Can I have a go ? You just sit over there a minute.
** Several clicks later **
M : OK - my turn. You just sit over there.
N : Fuck off. I'm not having you stick my photo on your blog with a dirty comment.
I think I've been rumbled : Might as well jump.
Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night
away from you
You think that you can hold the searing, molten gold between
your fingers ...
But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes,
exposing the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal forming letters in the mould.
Friday, April 27, 2007
A Million Old Soldiers Will Fade Away...........
The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
The Scales Of Justice And A Little Irony
My horoscope for today courtesy of the delightful Tam Lin :
If only. Under the circumstances this has to be one of the funniest things I've read in ages.
- You could grow moonflowers in a toxic waste dump, Libra. You could lift the
- spirits of a child who has been raised in grievous poverty. That's how much
- regenerative power you possess right now. You might even be able to locate
- underground water in a desert, or resurrect a dead dream, or alleviate half
- of your deepest suffering. I'm not absolutely sure you could transform lead
- into gold, but I do know that now is one of your best chances ever to pull
- it off.
If only. Under the circumstances this has to be one of the funniest things I've read in ages.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
For Jax : Romance Diva Extraordinaire
A porcelain bowl
Oriental in character
Exquisite design
Jax Crane in NoHo
A vast ocean apart but
So much in common
Oriental in character
Exquisite design
Jax Crane in NoHo
A vast ocean apart but
So much in common
A Present From "The Rose"
This landed in my email while I was on holiday.
L-R, Gennie-Rose, Merlin, Keith Bowley (RIP) circa 1984.
Someone's turning up the heat I think : we live in interesting times.
L-R, Gennie-Rose, Merlin, Keith Bowley (RIP) circa 1984.
Someone's turning up the heat I think : we live in interesting times.
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Sunday, April 15, 2007
Percy : I Promised you A Balcony One Day !
Felonius my old friend
Step on in and let me shake your hand
So glad that you're here again
For one more time
Let your madness run with mine
Streets still unseen we'll find somehow
No time is better than now
Tell me where are you driving
Midnight cruiser
Where is your bounty
Of fortune and fame
I am another
Gentlemen loser
Drive me to Harlem
Or somewhere the same
The world that we used to know
People tell me it don't turn no more
The places we used to go
Familiar faces that ain't smilin' like before
The time of our time has come and gone
I fear we've been waiting too long
Step on in and let me shake your hand
So glad that you're here again
For one more time
Let your madness run with mine
Streets still unseen we'll find somehow
No time is better than now
Tell me where are you driving
Midnight cruiser
Where is your bounty
Of fortune and fame
I am another
Gentlemen loser
Drive me to Harlem
Or somewhere the same
The world that we used to know
People tell me it don't turn no more
The places we used to go
Familiar faces that ain't smilin' like before
The time of our time has come and gone
I fear we've been waiting too long
To Selah : Thanks For "Joey & Dare" !
Out on the road today I saw a deadhead sticker on a cadillac.
A little voice inside my head said:
Don't look back
you can never look back.
I thought I knew what love was
what did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but:
I can see you
your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone.Saturday, April 14, 2007
Saints And Sinners
When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom,
"Let it be".
Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom,
"Let it be".
Of Castles And Knights Of Aquitane
He climbs up the stairs by the light of a candle,
And the door with no handle is closing behind him again.
Now he's safe from the darkness ; he's safe from it's touch,
Nothing can harm him , at least not very much ......
And the door with no handle is closing behind him again.
Now he's safe from the darkness ; he's safe from it's touch,
Nothing can harm him , at least not very much ......
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Merlin Has Left The Country Shock
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
Chers Amis,
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
Chers Amis,
Gone to meditate and distribute alms amongs the poor and needy. Back in a few days.
Sweet Dreams.
Sweet Dreams.
posted by EL PADRONE at 8:43 am
Monday, April 09, 2007
Caithness Glass (and Copenhagen)
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Tears Of The Heliades
When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."
He's supposed to know that.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."
He's supposed to know that.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Hasta La Vista Haiku
Early morning sun
I climb into my black car
And leave the country
On a distant beach
I gaze at the Atlantic
And invade your dreams
A thousand blue miles
A line drawn in damp white sand
Brings fresh perspective
I climb into my black car
And leave the country
On a distant beach
I gaze at the Atlantic
And invade your dreams
A thousand blue miles
A line drawn in damp white sand
Brings fresh perspective
Monday, April 02, 2007
For Ferfe : "When The Going Gets Weird........"
"Never lose sight of the primary responsibility. But what was the story ? Nobody had bothered to say. So we would have to drum it up on our own. Free enterprise. The American dream. Horatio Alger gone mad on drugs in Las Vegas. Do it now : pure Gonzo journalism.
There was also the socio-psychic factor. Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas. To relax, as it were, in the womb of the desert sun. Just roll the roof back and screw it on, grease the face with white tanning butter and move out with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether. "
"Oscar was not into serious street-fighting, but he was hell on wheels in a bar brawl. Any combination of a 250 lb [113 kg] Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach - but when the alleged Mexican is in fact a profoundly angry Chicano lawyer with no fear at all of anything that walks on less than three legs and a de facto suicidal conviction that he will die at the age of 33 - just like Jesus Christ - you have a serious piece of work on your hands. Especially if the bastard is already 33 1/2 years old with a head full of Sandoz acid, a loaded .357 Magnum in his belt, a hatchet-wielding Chicano bodyguard on his elbow at all times, and a disconcerting habit of projectile vomiting geysers of pure blood off the front porch every 30 or 40 minutes, or whenever his malignant ulcer can't handle any more raw tequila."
- Hunter S. Thompson, Rolling Stone #254, Dec. 15, 1977
