Episode 431: TDO After Hours # 1, with Vanessa Blakeslee

Episode 431: TDO After Hours # 1, with Vanessa Blakeslee

Episode 431 associated with the Drunken Odyssey, your favorite podcast about imaginative writing and literary works is present on Apple podcasts, stitcher, spotify, or view here to stream (right click to down load, if it’s your thing).

In this week’s show, Vanessa Blakeslee and I also discuss two pieces that are online the main topic of intercourse writing, in addition to discussion roves after that.

TEXTS DISCUSSED

Lorin Stein’s “Why Talk About Sex? ” in The Paris Review.

Vanessa Blakeslee’s “The Fetish” within the Paris Review.

“Another Night with Mr. Fun” can be found in this anthology saturday.

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See Vanessa’s web site to find out more about her work.

Episode 431 associated with the Drunken Odyssey, your favorite podcast about imaginative writing and literary works can be obtained on Apple podcasts, stitcher, spotify, or click on this link to stream (right click to down load, if that’s your thing).

The Diaries of A scribbler that is sozzled

01 Saturday Aug 2020

The Diaries of A sozzled scribbler #14

Transcribed by DMETRI KAKMI

1 August 2020

Imagine whom we stumbled on while prowling in Melbourne’s Fitzroy Gardens? None apart from Charles Baudelaire.

‘Charlie, my dear other, ’ we cried. ‘ we was thinking you had been dead. ’

‘I am, ’ quoth he. ‘That’s why I’m right here. ’

‘Well said, ’ had been my jolly rejoinder. ‘Only those who’ve turned their backs on life live in Melbourne. ’

We laughed. Charles delivered a hearty slap to my straight straight back, and I also very nearly plummeted as a hydrangea bush, from where four guys emerged, pulling up their jeans.

‘Regardez, Charlie, ’ I said. ‘Ta fleurs du mal. ’

‘They are anges de debauche inside their habitat that is natural, pronounced my buddy. ‘What will you be doing right right right here, old booze coach? ’

‘I’m waiting around for Olivia De Havilland, ’ I admitted, ‘She passed away and I’m interviewing her about life on the other hand. ’

‘What enjoyable. Mind if I help keep you company? ’

‘Not at all, dear chap. Let’s spend time and await the august woman. ’

We sat for a work work work bench and waited. It had been a day that is grey. Barely anyone had been away. The chill winds that prowled the park’s avenues had been an inhalation from Hades’ lips. Charlie caused a container of white rum to materialise away from their pocket and now we passed it you understand between us—to keep warm.

Charlie spake thus.

‘Whom would you choose, your mom, your dad, your cousin or your sibling? ’

He had been in one of those emotions. You could only play along.

‘I don’t have any dad, nor mom, nor cousin, nor bro, ’ said I, stepping into the character. ‘A hatchling am we from Quetzalcoatl ’s egg—the serpent that is flying who all nature’s rejects claim descent. ’

‘Frauds, felons, fiends and faggots all! I abhor ab muscles term. ’

‘I understand perhaps not under which lassitude it resides—the land associated with the Lotus-eaters! ’

‘What is beauty however an inebriate that is crapulous for the moon within the gutter? ’

‘So, just what would you love, oh hammered stranger? ’

‘I adore Methylenedioxymethamphetamine… MDMA, ecstasy, molly, call it that which you will…tis rapture, tis bliss… les merveilleux etoiles! ’

We gazed and cackled fondly at each and every other. Possibly we ought to convey at this juncture that Charlie and I also return back a way that is long. We had been created round a comparable some time also decided to go to the exact same college. He in Paris, 1821, and I also in Athens, the exact same 12 months. We became quick friends during the Lycee Louis-le-Grand, he learning law, of all of the things, and me idleness. He instead negligently used residence that is permanent the Cimetiere du Montparnasse perhaps perhaps maybe not fifty years later on, while we persist.

‘How do you really get it done? ’ Charles said, switching upon me personally a tearstained face of angelic beatitude. Always gets maudlin after having a few products.

‘How do i actually do just what? ’

‘Sold my soul to Beelzebub. ’

‘Ah, you went ahead with this deal. ’

‘Yes, ’ I said. ‘A soul just gets in the form of a great time. ’

‘True, ’ muttered my pal, chugging rum. ‘If only I’d been as smart. ’

We had been interrupted by feminine dulcet tones. It had been Olivia De Havilland, the screen gem that is last. The elegant woman sauntered throughout the great yard, searching like Spring ’ s incarnate that is seraph.

‘Yoo-hoo, there you will be, you naughty child! ’

‘Livvy, darling, ’ we said, increasing and using the favored dainty digit. ‘You look fabulous for someone who is really a corpse. ’

Her radiant smile lit up the planet. We put a kerchief regarding the work work bench and Livvy lowered her cultivated posterior on it; i’ll be certain to offer it on e-bay. (The kerchief, maybe not her bum. ) The seraph whom organised the meeting explained the dead enjoy ten to 15 minutes one of the living. I’d to really make it fast. After presenting Livvy to Charlie, I got right down to business.

‘Livvy, ’ I said. ‘Your adoring fans are waiting to learn exactly just what it is like on the reverse side. ’

Livvy crossed one stockinged leg over one other, pulled her Balenciaga mink snugly around her, and lifted the veil on a concern which has baffled philosophers and necromancers within the hundreds of years.

‘Why, it is like a good big resort. ’

‘A resort? ’ Charlie and I also cried, horrified.

‘Yes. A mix of The Ritz Paris therefore the Chelsea in ny. The bigger up you go the more grand it becomes. The lower down, the more scungy, to make use of an Australian idiom. ’

She will need to have seen our expressions of dissatisfaction for she included: ‘It’s actually extremely pleasant and incredibly well maintained. Certainly you’ve seen it, Charles? ’

Charlie shook their mind, more despondent than in the past.

‘The crimson dawn has blotted out of the religious skies pour moi, ma chere madame. I have to wander with wide-open eyes in Elysian areas, phantom-like, closed out of the sun that is immortal a lucid, pure, being whose only objective is always to record the le voyage des damnes. ’

Livvy and I also seemed piteously at him.

‘No Jesus? ’ we believed to her.

‘Not that I’ve seen. Though i really do think my maid is a goddess. ’

‘No heaven or hell? ’

Livvy contemplated the piercing question.

‘You know, ’ she stated in good time, ‘in my opinion there is a demarcation of some kind. I, as an example, must dwell in some sort of paradise because my dear buddy Bette Davis has a suite in the floor that is same and Errol Flynn is throughout the hallway. ’

‘Ah! ’ I cried, pointing a revelatory finger to your skies.

‘And…’ Livvy went on, ‘my goody-two-shoes sibling Joan Fontaine is seven floors below with James Stewart and Ethel Merman. That has to certainly represent hell. ’

Our laughed rose into the heavens because, quite unexpectedly, Livvy proclaimed it absolutely was time for you to get.

‘One more question, ’ we stated.

‘Is it true about Errol Flynn? ’

‘Is just just what true, darling? ’

‘That he has…you understand… a big…’

Livvy’s face lit up like a lot of radiant suns.

‘I’m not just young shemale porn one to share with stories away from school, ’ she said, sotto voce, ‘but I would ike to state that today’s women lack one thing. ’

‘An admiration of a huge difficult cock. ’

With that, Livvy shot to her foot. It had been time for you to go back to the truly amazing Ritz that is big Hotel the sky. Coming over the opportunity ended up being a man’s shadow at his legs. It acquired Livvy along with its beak and vanished within the clouds.

‘Come home, ’ we said to Charlie. ‘I’ll make you an Old Fashioned. ’

‘So very very very long as you retain both hands to yourself, ’ he mumbled, increasing unsteadily to their legs.

‘As if I’d touch you, syphilitic old boot. ’

Until next we meet. Cheerio!