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

Episode 431: TDO After Hours # 1, with Vanessa Blakeslee Episode 431 for the Drunken Odyssey, your podcast that is...
Episode 431: TDO After Hours # 1, with Vanessa Blakeslee

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

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

Episode 431 for the Drunken Odyssey, your podcast that is favorite about writing and literary works can be obtained on Apple podcasts, stitcher, spotify, or click on this link to stream (right click to download, 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, while the discussion roves after that.


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

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

“Another Saturday evening with Mr. Fun” are located in this anthology.


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Browse Vanessa’s internet site to find out about her work.

Episode 431 for the Drunken Odyssey, your favorite podcast about innovative writing and literature can be acquired on Apple podcasts, stitcher, spotify, or click the link to stream (right click to down load, if that’s your thing).

The Diaries of A scribbler that is sozzled

01 Aug 2020 saturday

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? The one and only Charles Baudelaire.

‘Charlie, my fellow that is dear, I cried. ‘ we was thinking you had been dead. ’

‘I am, ’ quoth he. ‘That’s why I’m right 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 back, and I also nearly plummeted into a hydrangea bush, from where four males 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 pal. ‘What will you be doing right here, old booze coach? ’

‘I’m awaiting 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 business? ’

‘Not at all, dear chap. Why don’t we spend time and await the august woman. ’

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

Charlie spake therefore.

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

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

‘I do not have dad, nor mom, nor cousin, nor sibling, ’ said I, engaging in the nature. ‘A hatchling am we from Quetzalcoatl ’s egg—the serpent that is flying who all nature’s rejects claim lineage. ’

‘Frauds, felons, fiends and faggots all! I abhor the very term. ’

‘I’m sure perhaps not under which lassitude it resides—the land for the Lotus-eaters! ’

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

‘So, just exactly what do you realy love, oh hammered stranger? ’

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

We gazed and cackled fondly at each and every other. Perhaps we ought to state at this juncture that Charlie and I also return back a long distance. We were born round a comparable some time also went along to the school that is same. He in Paris, 1821, and I also in Athens, the exact same 12 months. We became quick friends in the Lycee Louis-le-Grand, he learning legislation, of most things, and me idleness. He instead negligently took up residence that is permanent the Cimetiere du Montparnasse perhaps not fifty years later on, while we persist.

‘How do you realy get it done? ’ Charles said, switching upon me personally a face that is tearstained of beatitude. Always gets maudlin after having a drinks that are few.

‘How do i actually do just just exactly what? ’

‘Sold my soul to Beelzebub. ’

‘Ah, you went ahead with that 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 tones that are dulcet. It had been Olivia De Havilland, the screen gem that is last. The elegant woman sauntered over the great yard, searching like Spring ’ s incarnate that is seraph.

‘Yoo-hoo, there you’re, you naughty child! ’

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

Her radiant laugh lit up the entire world. 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 making it fast. After launching Livvy to Charlie, I got right down to business.

‘Livvy, ’ I said. ‘Your adoring fans are waiting to discover exactly just what it is like small tits great ass 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 who 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 variety of The Ritz Paris and also the Chelsea in ny. The larger up you are going 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 frustration for she included: ‘It’s actually really 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 need 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 thought to her.

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

‘No heaven or hell? ’

Livvy contemplated the question that is piercing.

‘You know, ’ she stated in good time, ‘in my opinion there is a demarcation of some kind. We, for example, must dwell in a type of paradise because my dear buddy Bette Davis features 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 have to certainly represent hell. ’

Our laughed rose towards the heavens because, quite instantly, Livvy proclaimed it had been time for you to get.

‘One more question, ’ we said.

‘Is it real about Errol Flynn? ’

‘Is just just what true, darling? ’

‘That he has…you know… a big…’

Livvy’s face lit up like one thousand radiant suns.

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

‘An admiration of a huge hard cock. ’

With that, Livvy shot to her foot. It had been time and energy to go back to the truly amazing Ritz that is big Hotel the sky. Coming across the opportunity had been a man’s shadow at their foot. It picked up Livvy featuring its beak and vanished within the clouds.

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

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

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

Until next we meet. Cheerio!

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