Tag Archives: Robert K. Stephen

RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): JONI MITCHELL GOT IT ALL WRONG ABOUT THE PARKING LOT

JONI MITCHELL GOT IT ALL WRONG ABOUT THE PARKING LOT Forty years of travelling down to Toronto’s Kensington Market Beautifully located City of Toronto Green P parking lot Right behind Carlos Spice Market and the Portuguese quasi department store A thirty second walk through a rather dirty lane then into the heart of the market!Continue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): JONI MITCHELL GOT IT ALL WRONG ABOUT THE PARKING LOT”

RKS Literature: Never to Return to Filth Pit “Good Beds for Single Men” (George Orwell)

“In the morning I was woken by a dim impression of some large brown thing coming towards me. I opened my eyes and saw that it was one of the sailor’s feet, sticking out of bed close to my face. It was dark brown, quite dark brown like an Indian’s with dirt. The walls wereContinue reading “RKS Literature: Never to Return to Filth Pit “Good Beds for Single Men” (George Orwell)”

RKS Literature: Back in London Still Impoverished Staying at “Good Beds for Single Men” (George Orwell)

“Several noises recurred throughout the night. About once an hour the man on my left-a sailor, I think-woke up, swore vilely and lighted a cigarette, Another man, a victim of bladder disease, got up and noisily used his chamber-pot half a dozen times during the night. The man in the corner had a coughing fitContinue reading “RKS Literature: Back in London Still Impoverished Staying at “Good Beds for Single Men” (George Orwell)”

RKS Japanese Literature: Pimping to American Soldiers in Post War Japan (Akiyuki Nosaka)

“I needed English for my pimping-if you can call getting one or two women a day for soldiers pimping. The girls were all pale, boney-shouldered aspiring whores who had word that they could meet America-san and get chocolate if they came here, the soldiers all sad-faced boys would stood watching what was then the swift,Continue reading “RKS Japanese Literature: Pimping to American Soldiers in Post War Japan (Akiyuki Nosaka)”

RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds)

DDR Circus Memories Somewhere in the deep Romanian countryside My feelings debased on the circus ring Subordinated to the vulgar popcorn mouths Soon the master with the whip with the back ripping sting But I’ll look so pretty Shiny fear and gleaming coat and white fangs on those with dignity and pride They came toContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds)”

RKS Literature: Fear of the Mob (George Orwell)

“Fear of the mob is a superstitious fear. It is based on the idea there is some mysterious, fundamental difference between rich and poor, as though they were two different races like negroes and white men. But in reality, there is no such difference. The mass of rich and poor are differentiated by their incomesContinue reading “RKS Literature: Fear of the Mob (George Orwell)”

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom” :THE ABDUCTION OF RORY DYLAN STEPHEN: SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY: FLYING THE COOP INTO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE

Singapore Times Exclusive: SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY: FLYING THE COOP INTO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE Some you holier than thou readers may be tsk tsking me for contemplating Bobby Jr. was a decent fellow. OK, he might have exhibited brutality to others but I saw him as my protector. Perhaps it was that hostage identifying with theContinue reading ““Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom” :THE ABDUCTION OF RORY DYLAN STEPHEN: SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY: FLYING THE COOP INTO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE”

RKS Literature: A Wild Saturday Night in Paris Ends (George Orwell)

“By half-past one the last drop of pleasure had evaporated, leaving nothing but headaches. We perceived we were not splendid inhabitants of a splendid world, but a crew of underpaid workmen grown squalidly and dismally drink. We went on swallowing the wine, but it was only from habit, and the stuff seemed suddenly nauseating. One’sContinue reading “RKS Literature: A Wild Saturday Night in Paris Ends (George Orwell)”

RKS Japanese Literature: Hiroshima Aftermath: People Looking Like Baked Rice Crackers (Yoko Ōta)

“The number of people on the riverbed increased minute by minute, many of them now with severe burns. At first, we didn’t realize that their injuries were burns. There were no fires, so how could they have been burnt so badly? Strange, grotesque, they were more pathetic than frightening. They had all been burnt inContinue reading “RKS Japanese Literature: Hiroshima Aftermath: People Looking Like Baked Rice Crackers (Yoko Ōta)”

RKS Literature: No Sense in Losing Sleep Over a Murder (George Orwell)

“One night in the small hours, there was a murder just beneath my window. I was woken by a fearful uproar, and, going to the window, saw a man lying flat on the stones below; I could see the murderers, three of them, flitting away at the end of the street. Some of us wentContinue reading “RKS Literature: No Sense in Losing Sleep Over a Murder (George Orwell)”