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About Me

Monsieur Monsieur Riobard Robert Mark Francis De Sade; The piper, the vagabond, the wanderer through paths made by heavenly troubadors. Creating totems to evoke what it is to dream, and to offer new possibilities. Words are his Arsenal, life is his H Bomb.

My Interests

Riobard is interested in the evolution of a new super being- 'one' as creative and enlightened God with sartorial superiority.

I'd like to meet:

Beauties, Writers, Musicians, Artisits, Publishers.

Music:

The Doors, Psychic TV, Throbbing Grissle, The Mars Volta, Acid Mothers Temple, Red Snapper, Hendrix, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, GodSpeed You Black Emporer, Faust, The Smashing Pumpkins, The Manic Street Preachers, Tool, Lou Reed, The Velvet Underground, Miles Davies, Roxy Music.

Movies:

Fight Club, Natural Born Killers, Requiem For A Dream, Mulholand Drive, Lost Highway, The Dead Poets Society, Fargo, Sex and Lucia, Amelie, Gattacca, Salo, Death of a Salesman, Performance, Dead Man, Batman, Terminator 1+2, The Matrix Trilogy, American History X, The Man Who Fell To Earth, The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Television:

Twin Peaks, David Attenborough, The Simpsons, Family Guy, Coronation Street.

Books:

William Blake- All works. George Orwell- 1984, Coming up for air, Down and out in Paris and London. Arthur Rimbaud- A Season in Hell. Brett Easton Ellis- American Psycho, Glamorama. William Burroughs- Naked Lunch, Junky. William Golding- Lord of the Flies James Joyce- The Dubliners, A portrait of an artist as a young man. Virginia Woolf- Mrs Dalloway, To The Lighthouse. Oscar Wilde- All Works Angela Carter. Djuna Barnes- Nightwood, The Antiphon Nietzsche- Thus spoke Zarathustra

Heroes:

William Blake, Genesis P Orridge, Jim Morrison, Helen Caroline-Broodjalina Davies, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, Arthur Rimbaud, Oscar Wilde.

My Blog

The sigh that spoke for a thousand

'I think I should leave now'. That is how he started to himself. he sank, deep on the bench with his Carter Periodical and cigarette - and a pint of black stout. It had begun to rain and he raised his...
Posted by Riobard on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 10:55:00 PST

I see you, how you wish you could see yourself.

He sat alone, again, an unsuspecting figure on the fringes. unsuspected but disconcerting - for he sat in the centre, alone. His blue eyes watching. Blinking to take fragments from the humb...
Posted by Riobard on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 01:34:00 PST

Mantra

The rain stings in theis Northern city- stings like a mantra. And it hypnotises with its evolutionary groove that builds to climax, to crack a thought like an egg. The city seduces slowly with its min...
Posted by Riobard on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 07:34:00 PST

Cinderella Syndrone

The slipper slips, slighlty out of reach, Step-mother reaches to clasp, And returns the glass to cinders. Prince Charming said "You are wonderful", To this; "It's just a word". The slipper slips, slig...
Posted by Riobard on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 04:12:00 PST

Picking over the bones

In subterranean seclusion they wait for prey to stumble over baits that they lay to catch organic fuel for their ritual feasts. In chasms they wait for prey to drop through the manipulated cracks in t...
Posted by Riobard on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 04:50:00 PST

Where foam spurts between the pebbles

She said that she liked to dance with an ace of hearts in her breast pocket, so I took her to the river where we kissed and spoke of clouds that burst. In times of darkened solitude I thought of her a...
Posted by Riobard on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 06:30:00 PST

Amsterdam

The model and Riobard are wandering the streets of Amsterdam, absorbing the soul of the city.
Posted by Riobard on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 07:07:00 PST

Freight train monster

Freight train monster- pulling nothing- lighting its way with its eyes. Growling at the stench of a humble town in the midst of pleasure ground pretention. Comes in to rest and cast an awkward eye- fi...
Posted by Riobard on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 07:12:00 PST

The ever growing melody of watching and preying.

Hidden carcass- I stare through its reflection. Eyes on the dark furnace- cloud over the animal. what do I think of the seer in my mind that pertrudes and invades as a customer for chaos? I'll close t...
Posted by Riobard on Mon, 15 May 2006 08:05:00 PST

Kitchen Canto

The fractured innocence that slowly rots in the corner of our mouths,We scratch with tongue- we prey on its clockwork degredation.Typing with the thumb nails that we lost in the hopeless progress,Now ...
Posted by Riobard on Sun, 14 May 2006 12:53:00 PST