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Welcome to the pad. Included here are extracts from my two novels and a link to my little book of articles about Beat writers and artists.
There is also the blog, 'Crowther's Columns'. If you dig Kerouac, Ginsberg and Bukowski, well, so do I. (Imagine a kid of nine way back, looking at the dirty beatniks his parents detested and saying, 'That's what I want to be, Ma.') You'll also find writing here about that domain quite close to England but in a different vector, where until lately Leonard VIII ruled. The land of 'Jistabout'. Prince Dion is living undercover with the juvenile delinquents, they say. At least he's not in the hands of the New English Republic who have taken over the capital city of Hythe. 'The Prince is with us.' Take off your mask and chill. Click around a while. |
Zoning In
If that Twilight Zone episode actually happened and I went back in time to Currock Ashlar.... With what care I'd open the front gate. I who 54 years ago was the little boy who accidentally tore the front page of the Evening Star while joking with the delivery boy. Going indoors, I'd find my silver cap-shooting pistol, with a fine horse's head embossed on the red plastic grip. Mum would be there, younger than I am now. Dad listening to the radio as he shaves in the living room mirror. My brother and sister, toddlers with colouring books. TV set with a screen the size of a slice of bread, radio with basketwork over the speaker, lino on the floor. Such a rich life, life as she was lived, only the details vary since the days of Homer. |
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