a few years in the Absolute Elsewhere

An hour later, with ten more miles and the visit to the World's Biggest Drugstore safely behind us, we were back at home, and I had returned to that reassuring but profoundly unsatisfactory state known as "being in one's right mind."

Monday, July 20, 2020

Prose Poems.

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A new blog collecting prose poetry here . 1. We pass through innumerable fleeting and unreal places in the course of a lifetime ...
Sunday, April 19, 2020

Things that Will Shatter Your Imagination: The Accidental Genius of Lucio Fulci 1979/1982.

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  Supernatural disgust! No one approaches without revealing to me, despite himself, the stage of his putrefaction, the livid ...
Friday, April 3, 2020

Intermundia Airport. (Chapter 8)

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Chapter 8. They emerged into a long, dim and musty hotel corridor. The look of relief on Freddie's face reassured Mark that t...
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Tristan Eldritch
Tristan Eldritch is an Edwardian sleuth, occultist, and amateur draftman in the school of Beardsley. In 1972, he was voted Pipe Smoker of the Year by readers of the London pipe enthusiaists bible The Gentleman's Chimney. In 1978, he was voted World's Most Desirable Man by a cross-section of Welsh ladies who had been placed in institutional care. He spent much of the 1980's perfecting a certain aristocratic languor when in the horizontal position, a skill he demonstrated to rapturous applause on various chat shows. In the 1990's, he was briefly the editor of Old Moore's Almanac, until his controversial assertion that red skies possess no relevance whatsoever to the dispositon of shepherds resulted in his immediate dismissal. He currently resides in Mount Brown, Dublin, with his feline familar Tzadkiel, and divides his time between writing the 2012 Diaries, and publishing several incendiary, albeit dated, pamphlets expressing his fierce oppositon to the Ladies Suffragette and Irish Home Rule movements.
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