Friday, May 9, 2008
Into the Fire
I’ve been told that in appearance, I was the image of a notably crazy uncle, and when I changed my name to Jack Brome, I without knowing it assumed his name, so legally I am Jack Conrad Brome. Uncle Conrad once picked up one of the young brats and threw her or him into the fireplace for making too...
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Friday, May 2, 2008
Searching for a Theme...
A slow sickness has him. His chest hurts and his entire body aches like jungle fever. His thoughts go back 20 years when he had the last such feelings. He’s been sick since, but this is more like that feverish time when he wrote first draft of The Journey from a sick bed in about a five-day week and...
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Love Torture Me
If night does fall as surely will, doth fall on my frailty, expose my inborn weakness. Lies here a man in terrible dream, fall a sacrifice to love; with love torture me. Tell me, why must I be slave on call to your erotic mind, tied with cruelty; unsolved love's sweet mystery? Oh, this ill my flesh...
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Thursday, July 19, 2007
Crazy like de Fox...
Brome was a text book case of the sexually obsessive personality, and was more or less always looking for someone to try and make him forget the past or current obsession. Like “to dream the impossible dream. Ter go, where the brave dare not go.” Talk about a man slowly fucking himself into...
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Mummy??
The conversations with the child-like mother, strangely enough reminded Brome of a joke played on one of his favorite characters, Reggie, the Bi Englishman, and odd man out for all occasions. The small time actor lived with two supporting actresses. He was near exhaustion, taking a nap when the...
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Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Hello Mother, cont
To say I was surprised is to understate. The alert intelligent sounding young sister, then must have been the long haired, slender girl's mother. Anyway, we talked about the dog and tennis and things in general. I told her I would call her again if it was ok, and she agreed it was. In fact I called...
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Hello Mother...
Hello Mother... She was walking her dog along LaSalle Boulevard as I drove slowly down the street to my turnoff. I was driving home from tennis and glanced casually at her slender form. Saving grace was a mass of dark hair which reach morn half way down her back. Feeling a connection when I looked...
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Sunday, July 1, 2007
Introducing Terza...
At the BirdCage Lounge, there were often as many as 10 Dancers performing at each show: some house regulars, some trying to see if they would be met with approval, and become regulars. “Hello, I would like to introduce a new dancer. She's young but willing.” The old master of ceremonies leered into...
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Friday, June 29, 2007
Good Odds...
Near the bar, where the hairy legged dancer did her act, is a street that I know from experience, is a good place to meet a nice, non pro. Reminds me of the corn fields of my old publishing partner back in Indiana. We would go hunting on a Wednesday afternoon, off like doctors, and flush the rabs....
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
On Sex Cults and Other Phenomena...
I began to understand why I went to Oregon. I did not start out for Oregon out of a desire to emulate the gold rushers or old bankers after young ass. But to see if I could understand how a relatively handsome man, intelligent, college grad, good lover as she had herself confessed, lost out in the...
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