Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Bastille Day 1789

2 July 1789

Paris.

Le Bastille

In the afternoon the infamous Marquis De Sade, who had been incarcerated in the stone fortress on charges of perversion, shouted from a barred cell window through an improvised megaphone, "Ils tuent les prisonniers."

The guards subdued the inmate, but his words sparked a smoldering rumor and the rumor spread through le Bastille, the poor neighborhood, long awaiting a match to fan the fires of revolution against the corrupt and venal aristocracy.

For his safety the Marquis de Sade was transferred to the insane asylum at Charenton.

Cut to:

14 July 1789.

A wine wagon overturned on the Rue de La Roquette.

The wine flooded the gutter. The people drank their full. In vino revolutio.

The Bastille loomed in the near distance, symbolizing the oppressive Ancien Regime of the Bourbon Dynasty. Fortified by cheap wine the mob stormed the prison. Nearly a hundred attackers were slain by the Swiss Guards in the assault versus one defender before the deluge flooded through the gates to massacre nine soldiers and free seven prisoners; four counterfeiters, two madmen and another perverse nobleman, the Comte de Solages, jailed on charges of incest.

The Comte de Sade liberated by the revolution survived the Terror of the guillotine by espousing a radical destruction of society, going as far as to seek the abolition of religion, earning the wrath of the Church. His fortune disappeared and the Napoleonic courts condemned his novels Justine and Juliette. Imprisoned without trial in 1802 he passed fourteen later to be buried in prison. An unknown grave where his body still rests in anonymity, while the Marquis de Sade lives in our memory. His head was later disinterred to be studied by those seeking to discover the roots of perversion.

Wicked, but it was he, a wicked imprisoned aristocrat, who began La Revolution to topple the Bourbon dynasty.

A bas la Bastille.

A bas le Ancien Regime.

ps “The equality prescribed by the Revolution is simply the weak man's revenge upon the strong; it's just what we saw in the past, but in reverse; that everyone should have his turn is only fair. And it shall be turnabout again tomorrow, for nothing in Nature is stable and the governments men direct are bound to prove as changeable and ephemeral as they.”

Marquis de Sade, Juliette

Monday, July 13, 2026

July 13, 1986 Journal

revised 12/27/2027
A dream

I'm trying to get into my old room at home in Boston. Some of my things are still there. Behind me the door opens and a young man with a shotgun comes to me. Then he stands before the door and hands over the gun. I twirl it over my head and then I'm on my moped next to a broken down car someplace on a highway. Several moments later the moped is dead and falls apart

Poem

Lena and me
On the A train to Times Square
Sliding my thigh between yours
Denim on denim
Skin beneath the denim
The A train rocks on the track
We stand
At the end of the car
Only a few passengers
We don't care if they look
We are lost
In this act
Your hand on my crotch
My cock underneath the denim
The train shutters into Times Square
Stops
We don't stop
Lena bites her lip
As we dry hump
Doors open
All the passengers off
Doors shut
No passengers on
Only us
The A train
Screeches out of Times Square.
Lena shuts her eyes
Moan
Stutters a moan
Lena and me
On the A train__

July 13th 1978 - Journal

Hung over from a night drinking at CBGBs. The English band Wire headline the the show. Another great set with their hit, I AM THE FLY IN THE OINTMENT. The front row loaded with young teenage girls in love with Richard Hell, who was in the audience. He gets all the girls. Bill Yusk offer me some grass. I turned him down. I haven't smoked anything in in the last two weeks when I was in West Virginia. I've never really liked marijuana and while many of my high school and townie friends in their 60s huff weed. I didn't smoke until I graduated from high school. My friends and I were my 1967 VW Beetle. The sunroof open. Coming back from Nantasket Beach. A beautiful day in the Atlantic. Tommy Jordan hit up a joint, and I said, "Let me have some of that."

After a few pops the world changed, slowed down, the clock stopped ticking. The Chambers Brothers TIME was on the radio. We stopped at the red light on Beale Street n Hingham, where Route 3A turns from the harbor. A horn honked from behind us. The light had changed. Maybe once maybe twice maybe three times. The song was over. I shifted into first and we drove away. For the next year I smoked almost every day trying to relive that high.

LATER

I lie in the bed of my SRO room on 11th Street. It's a small bed. Too small for two people. Alice is dead asleep. At CBGBs she had been drinking Jack Daniels. Three glasses knocked her out. Her feelings were hurt because no one flirted with her. I flirted with no one. Klaus was with his girlfriend, Claudia. A starkly beautiful dominatrix. She wants nothing to do with me. Klaus is the opposite. We talked to a leather bound redhead, who was passing from consciousness to Oblivion. I make out with her. Alice is too drunk to see. Klaus was caressing me, very friendly after our last tirade at Kiev when I called out Samo, for recording me with a tape recorder. He was very angry about that.

Afterwards I ignored everyone. Only interested in drinking and playing pinball.

LATER

Last night after CBs Alice wanted to make sex. She had a hard time taking her clothes and I let her fall asleep unmolested. My hangover is brutal an this my head feels as if I have two barbell stuck in my skull.

I get up and shower in the hallway bath room. It is relatively clean for once . And everyone has gone to work. I take my time and come back to bed extremely clean. Alice is still in a shambles with her plastic skirt down to her knees and your bra around her neck. We've been together for the last two weeks twenty-four hours a day. I love to get a real place soon so that we can escape from one another to another room instead of this one room.

She looks over her bare shoulder, "Please fuck me. Maybe cumming will help my hangover."

I do

LATER

Jimmy Carter's in Berlin. I hear it on the radio. A Berliner asks, "When will Berlin be united?"

"Ah wish ah knew, but ah don't." It was an honest answer, but the American people can't stand him. They blame him for the week of economics and are defeat in Vietnam can we have a 12% inflation rate it shows no signs of stopping.

LATER

CBGBs as I said was fun. Kyle serve me plenty of vodka tonics. She has a vicious crush on Richard Lloyd from Television, who her sister Kim says is crazy. Kim loves Greg from the Revlons. Serena is pissed at Sean, who inherited $300,000. At the bar he gave Serena and me shit about not having any money.

"We don't need money. We get drinks for free."

But Serena is hurt about the money, because he never told her. She found out from his father at Film House when she was taking care of the wife, old money bags. I don't care. if he has money. And no one really bothers me, but I do like Sean he's smart and he's funny you're probably smarter than me fro money. I certainly aren't no smart after as much as I drink last night .

LATER

My hangover is gone. And I'm drinking a beer at Dojos. The bartender loves me. The owner always waves for her to give me one. I don't know why, but I sort of vaguely remember saving him from some thugs trying to rob the place. I spent the afternoon wandering through the village and Soho. Allison with Kim did you see the Three Stooges Festival. Three hours of Mo, Larry, cheese. I had enough when I was a kid. They are still Our Heroes.

Drinking is destroying my libido. This morning and I was fucking and I couldn't come. Faked an orgasm again with Alice on top of me. Afterwards we have each other. Your body naked feels like flesh tailored from me alone.

PHOTO BY EUGENE MERINOV

Sunday, July 12, 2026

Farewell the Spawn

July 11
The horseshoe crabs are gone
From the Rockaways
Jamaica Bay and points
East and south
The annual spawning has come
With the late Spring full moons
To the East Coast of America, the Yucatan, and South East Asia
Hard shelled females lay hundres of thousans of eggs
Smaller males fertilize the future of the species
A repeat of 400 million other pawnings
Give or take several millions
Through eternity
And now gone All the horseshoe crabs
To the depths of the deep ocean
Unknown forever
To humans
Not a mystery
A secret
From man
For eternity

July 11, 1994 Penang Journal

Penang

Hot

"Selamat jalan."

My departing words in Indonesian to Gulie at Penang Airport were to wish Juliana a good trip across the globe. Penang-Milan-New York. She's heading back to Manhattan, where my good Italian friend will have to deal with her separation from Giancarlo, her husband also my friend. Her entire stay lay under the black clouds of her future. If she expects people to take sides, they will. She left Penang angry with my imagined betrayal and abandoning her sick with dysentary on Langawi Island for an evening. I drank with a cute German, but didn't try anything. Never do after two beers. I drank a good five.

Standing between two people without choosing a side is never a winning strategy. I said nothing about Giancarlo leaving her for a young Jamaican nurse looking like a cad, but I never see any of her friends socially, except for Diane Brill and Maurizio. Anyway I'm in the shits with her.

Rob hasn't called from London. I asked Danny the hotel twice a day, if a friend left a message. Nothing. $150 short of a return ticket out of Kuala Lumpur. I didn't even dare to ask Juliana for money. So I'm stuck here.

The room at the Swiss Hotel has a noisy fan, but the bed comfortable, and the room clean, although I just saw another rat. Chased by a hotel cat. The overnight neon lighting in the hallway blinds even the blind. I'm sweating and haven't had a drink in three days. Oh yeah, I have been playing basketball down at Fort Cornwallis in the midday Sun with Filipino sailors. They are really fast.

Stranded. It could be worse. Breakfast at this hotel is good. Food here is cheap, especially at corner Halal Nasi Kandar restaurant on Julia Street in the shadow of the Anjuman Himayathul Islam minaret. The muzzein has a sweet voice and the restaurant serves a lovely iced tea and curry. I am not Robinson Crusoe abandoned by his shipmates. Just a broke poet.

Saturday, July 11, 2026

Koh Samui - July 1994 - Journal

July 1993
Full moon on Koh Samui
Rising from the black sea
Lightning flashing
Inside monsoon thunderheads
40,000 feet overhead

Sitting in a beer bar
On Chaweng Beach
Aoy
Sweet
From Isaan
North
"Mother not know
"Father sick. Buffalo too
I work bar.
I like you.
I go with you."___

Her skin
Buttered silk
Smelling of Jasmine
Like the flower on the night air.

Aoy says number
"This not love
This is work."
"Go with me.
Help me.
Help family"
How can I say no?"
"Okay, let's go."

On my motosai
3 km to my crib
A bungalow
Overlooking the pla-muk boats
On the Gulf of Siam

On the curves
To Coral Cove
Slow down to 60
Aoy holds tight
Arms around my waist
Lightning flashing overhead
The moon running with the clouds
And me with the wind
With Aoy
Through the night
To Coral Cove.

Joyce's ULYSEES Unread

During the my 1991 global circumnavigation I carried ULYSEES by James Joyce from the USA through the Orient. The hardcover classic sat on desks in bungalows across Asia without my turning a single page to read the first line of the modernist novel published in 1922 in Paris. 732 pages. 265,000 words with approximately 30,030 distinct words.

"Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed."

I only read the first line today, yet carried the weighty hardcover from Biak to Bali to Java and beyond. I think I left ULYSEES in Penang, Malaysia. At the Swiss Hotel on Chulia Street. It was still there in 1994. I carried it to my room hoping the reunion might resuurect a desire to read the celebrated tome. Not a chance. I left it there again. Never to know anything of Eccles Street, Davie Byrnne's Pub, and the Ormond Hotel. nor any of the characters. I do not pride myself in this ignorance, bur millions have read ULYSEES. It has never been made into a movie and I respect that.

Confession of a pseudo-intellectual