News Update: Saturday Edition

Welcome to a New Post that I'm calling "Saturday Edition" Hope your familiar with my blog and enjoy the new look. What's new with me you might ask well, I found a new blog called Belizean Journeys that I will be submitting some of my Belizean stories to. My latest work is centered around the character of my eight year old step daughter Trinity. It's a field trip to the Capital Belmopan and the Xunantunich ruins (Stone Maiden) in San Jose Succotz, about thirty miles away. This trip is so exciting and the research is fascinating. I just discovered a Butterfly Farm not to far away and Trinity is all giggles about that possibility. Anyway, I should have that editorial finished up soon and I will post it there after. If anyofyou, (it's a new word), know Barnacle Bill, buy him a Belikin and and tell him, "Get out of the Bat Cave once in a while". He's a Fucking Riot..... I apologize Mrs. Barn, but when I get there Billy and I are going on a Runner.... Good Times.....  Peace.....

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Book Review

Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

Tropic of Cancer is set in 1934 Paris. This is a marvelous book of prose. The reading is trifle, struggling and awkwardly random. Yet, it’s this type of writing that Henry embraces. As you engross yourself with Miller's writings you realize just what our founding fathers were striving not to let America become. Although in my opinion using France or any other country as a blueprint of what not to do, it's easy to see why the U.S. misses its mark miserably. America has had no great wars, no great ruins, no great scholars, therefore no great history. Miller shows us why America's great poets like J.D. Salinger and himself were not accepted for their illustriousness until some two decades after their works were released. Millers motto comes off as such, “I will never proof read another line. I write what I write and nothing more.” Or “Every word has been written, every great book published, my efforts are a complete waste of time.” Today the world falls into a haze of “Reality TV”. A reality that is the furthest thing from Reality. But to follow Henry on his adventures opens up the mind to centuries of lost art, lost souls, lost love… To appreciate the works of the 16th to the early 20th century is to appreciate what writing is, a little slice of history before the industrialization era drove mans intellectual promise straight into the ground. Henry Miller. Artist Extraordinaire.

Faux in the Rough

  Bell Town. What a faux in the rough. A town with no citizens. Only loggers and shop keeps, whores, bouncers, and stuffed shirts. I say it again. There are no citizens of Bell Town. Only passers by who refuse to leave, mothers who refuse to divorce, fathers who refuse to be loyal, cheating on their wives with a mistress they call boss. Milkmen who feed, and breed, and populate this town with bastards from exotic planets. Erotic planets, that are only a short drive through the cosmic dust kicked up by the inter-celestial logging trucks of days past, to the galaxy of “Strip-Bar.” Milkmen who supply this town with spoiled, tainted milk from planet “Lap Dance.” Milk tainted with the sedatives prescribed by the fathers of milkmen, who increase their knowledge with college, and turn like Dr. Frankenstein, on the villagers below. Unleashing monsters of repetitveness and comfort and relaxation. Citizens, drink the milk, warm it at night, feed it to the kitties, give chocolate milk to the children.  Drink, drink, drink, the milkman’s nectar, and you to will never leave this town, ever. . . Steer clear passers by. The Doctor is in, giving health cards to the macabre, nefarious, strippers. I love this town. . . It’s so medium rare steak and eggs, over easy, with hot buttery toast, and a big glass of cold milk.

Welcome to the Jungle . . .

Hi. Well now, I was searching the internet and ran across my article "Feeling so Green on this Great Big Blue." Very Cool. "VictorPrescod"  From "tweetmeme" Posted it. Thanks a Million Vic. I would appreciate Followers and/or comments. I almost gave up on posting more of my writings and such. The www seams so big. I'll add more links today. Or if your Artsy, check out my profile. Travel-Tramp is a little looser. I'm soon to be off on my next great adventure, and the stories I will relate should keep you surfing back to this site. Again Thanks to Everyone who takes the time to read my jibberishnessly.  Smile. . . If we All do it  Together the World will be a Better Place. . .