Posts Tagged ‘mental health’

Je suis Ziggy

Posted: 18. January 2016 in Uncategorized
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I am also a thin white duke

since my early childhood

when I was four

people cheered:

– what a cute little girl!

it was probably my hair

silky and white

natural born white clown

without makeup

now I have no hair

standing there in front of the world

wearing my snow-white meat cap

complete with plastic saxophone

and sad eyes

I am also a thin white duke

I also look great in slim-fitting suits and shoulder pads

though I am not from London or Berlin

or have any chance of dying in New York City

I demand my right to attention

watch the remains of my silky hair

watch my snow-white complexion

my ashes to ashes beard

as gray as the melting ice


I am also a thin white duke

and you know it when you see me

there is no doubt

cooked asparagus comes to one’s mind

when looking at my wrists

when I sing small children run away

and do not fear for your wives and daughters

they find me deeply uninteresting

I can only sit here with my cone hat

and my pink ruff

and imagine myself far away

alone in orbit

with my protein supplements and my spiders

a lonely heathen

I am also a thin white duke

when karkinos grabs me

and I dwindle away

when I can no longer breathe

or eat solid food

when veteran tom bows out

and hangs the slim-fitting suit back in the closet

puts his plastic saxophone down

and lifts his cone hat one last time

I too will disappear into oblivion

but until then

lets dance

china girl

Even Without

Posted: 17. January 2016 in Uncategorized
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His eyes blood shot red

He presses two buttons at the same time

While watching the monitor

Office in darkness

The screen lights up

As the countdown slowly begins



In his castle of glass and stone

Mr Suit’n’tie paces the floor of his office

Hands on his back

Waiting for the flat composit object

On the edge of his formica desktop

To give a signal



Suit’n’tie in his Mercedes van

Slowly down Main Street

Sunday morning

Is it late?

A sinister depression rising from the asfalt

Reaching his senses over the edge of his open window

She sits with him for a while

Saying nothing

Doing nothing

Just sitting there

Like she did so many times before




Alone at the controls

Loosening his tie


As his bloodshot, aching eyes

Follow the numbers on the monitor


A few

But not this time

Not this one

He wants this to happen

He has planned it carefully

Over almost a decade

Two presidents have come and gone

Since he first got hold of the idea

And now




Suit’n’tie at the restaurant

Waiting without hope or desire

Without reason or right

Without hunter’s license

Without new nudges on the hilt

Without favouring the young

Waiting like so many times before

In vane, futile and without

Without love and kindness

Not even that

Without any flat composit objects flashing



Primary patho-physiological toxic effect guaranteed

Exotheric, chemical reaction

Large scale secondary psychological effects predicted

The screen blacks out

And all is darkness







As suggested in the previous post, Simon and I are now engaged in realizing the comic book idea we have been developing over Winter.

So, my desktop looks like this at the moment.


Simon has written seven episodes of the epic, and still two to go in Year One.

I’m starting on Episode One as soon as all the characters are in place, and the arc is total. There has to be room for changes in continuity. Like if something happens in Vol. 10, that demands changes made in Vol. 4. I’m sure you get it.

Still weird things going on, though.

Today, Simon found this piece of… vintage toy… in a second hand shop:


Scary, right?

We both knew instantly that this guy must star in our story. I mean, look at him. Look at the way he dresses for God’s sake… So, I made this sketch:


Put him in some jungle-surroundings. I’m sure he has something to do with the Tarzarm Situation, a story where our hero comes to a jungle where this really irritating dude with The Strongest Arm in The Jungle (his other arm is thin and bony) rules.

Surferboy up there is probably one of Tarzarm’s friends. I call him Bodhi.

Anyway, weird stuff going on outside too. And I’m not talking about the coming Spring.

In our backyard we have this setup:

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So, I moved the Buddha, because I was considering digging that bed and clearing it for some planting. That is when I found this:

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Look at that! A holy plant!


It must be a holy plant, because it literally grew up Buddha’s arse… Does not get more holy than that, does it.

On the other hand, it’s probably a bloody Triffid.

More news later. Peace.

Quote of The Day

Posted: 15. February 2014 in Uncategorized
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sam elliott