Sun-Testament |
(For W.V.R.B.)
I,
The Sun, Lord of the Sky, sojourning in the Land of Sky, being of sound
mind and memory, do hereby make, publish and declare the following to
be my Last Will and Testamen...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 07:26:00 GMT |
The Magick Hour |
There were early experiences I can only describe as transfiguring. Golden times. Think of the light in what photographers call "the magic hour."Habit and ego set me chasing that glow ever after, despi...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 13:32:00 GMT |
The Great Unwashed |
It seems absurd and laughable that somebody should tell me how to behave during my brief span of life here on earth. I feel like rebelling at the very thought of it. I espouse no system of...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jul 2005 05:20:00 GMT |
Regarding My Ex-Wife (Or Fire of Love) |
I felt trapped - even asphyxiated - by her jealousy, her possessiveness. I had to get away from her lunatic tantrums. (She was quite the laudanum addict.) I must admit that, with my ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Jun 2005 03:17:00 GMT |
Saturday Drives and Daring Dudes |
The contrasts in my life are making me frantic. Only two weeks ago, I was living with aborigines and tramping about with white suit, white helmet and boots. I taught the boys cricket. ...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Jun 2005 22:06:00 GMT |
Prankster |
I'm quite the prankster, especially when seeking revenge. Shortly after he was engaged, I plied Mr. C with enough drink to knock him out. I persuaded two of my girlfriends to strip him nak...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Jun 2005 18:02:00 GMT |
Hitting the Bottle |
My much admired uncle was hitting the bottle with me the night before he died. He knew it was going to kill him, but he refused to stop. It struck me that he might have a problem, and I sa...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Jun 2005 15:20:00 GMT |
Hillaby |
My dream of happiness: Downing a fifth of rum at a quiet spot by the Bridgetown seashore, and looking out at my illegitimate son, Hillaby, as he satisfies his many odd-ball urges. He...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jun 2005 20:26:00 GMT |
Primitive Life |
I am resigned to the fact that the primitive life of the simple South Sea Islanders is the best, but it is not for me. I have become too much a cosmopolitan. I have got too far away from t...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jun 2005 20:18:00 GMT |
Urges |
Always urges: to procreate, to get drunk, to sleep. What is it that makes a person want to become a doctor or lawyer, or work night and day? The urge to work annoys and upsets you, interfe...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jun 2005 20:07:00 GMT |
