Breathlessly B.L.

Hisself (with Plastic) circa 1981

  Original photo by Vincent Anton – Crop and colorization by Baron Larvae

Summer Update

with a week back from holidays and a week to go before i split for the states, time to take stock: what i’m listening to. shanghai lounge divas — is this the most bizarre and coolest recording in recent memory? two brilliant cd’s — one, the original chinese singing stars of the 30s, the other […]

Now where was I? (part three)

the old block and the chipping thereof… not to put too fine a point on it, the last six months have been a disaster creatively speaking. in the madcap (if successful) pursuit of the almighty dollar, i’ve not really managed to write a thing. yes, a couple of lines here, a passage or two there, […]

Now where was I? (part two)

the din and the fray continues… if in oxford, all that glittered was not exactly gold, atlanta in the springtime proved to be far more pleasant and picturesque than i remembered (this was the first in more than five years that i’ve spent the spring in the states). our new digs are coming along quite […]

Now where was I? (part one)

NOW WHERE WAS I? there was a point to all of this — something, i recollect, to do with life, mine specifically, and, oh yeah, love, literature, art and the whole zany rigamarole we conveniently call existence. but man o manishevitz it’s been a while and even in a world of fast and easy excuses, […]

Post-partum Blues

tomorrow, la befana or epiphany, officially marks the end of the holidays and i can’t pretend not to be happy to see the end of them. while slightly less intense than in past years, they’ve nonetheless been plenty o’busy with six or eight dinner parties and a host of other social activities, most of which […]

Game’s the thing

home for more than a week and i’ve still not been able to put myself back to work. can’t even begin to calculate the hours lost to interminable and useless researches on the internet or to reading randomly across a thousand different topics. partly an effect, i suppose, of not smoking, of the persistent heat […]

Beach Bag

ten days into the laxation and, saying so myself, it’s been a week and a half gloriously well spent, especially if you consider reading, swimming, sunning and sleeping as high and noble virtues worthy of note and application. so far this vacation scorecard is looking good: i’m already brown as the proverbial berry, i’m seriously […]

One pill makes you smaller

several nights of rather bad sleep and even worse dreams. in one particularly disturbing instance, i found myself in bed in an italian hospital room with a certain familiar someone; we were just getting up to the usual no-good when the door suddenly burst open and a mess of orderlies appeared pushing patients in other […]