Ghost of Orson Welles Recites Poetry While Waiting On Shore For Russian Spy Beluga Whale Defector

May 4, 2019 at 10:14 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Poetry, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

The ghost of Orson Welles stood on the Norwegian shoreline waiting for a Russian spy beluga whale to defect to the Norwegian government.

Standing alongside Welles was the Norwegian defense minister who was busy eating a can of Hertfordshire frozen peas and a can of Norwegian frozen cod.

As Welles sipped a glass of spectral red wine, he recited poetry:

On a sultry Arabian night, fair Scheherazade began the first of her 1001 tales
Whilst here I stand on this Norse shore and wait for a sign or spash from one of the beluga whales
Julian Assange meanwhile is in a British jail
releasing Hillary’s emails may prove a major fail
Does he have a cell mate who’ll sodomize him in the ass?
While Joe Biden laughs, this too shall come to pass?

Today Turkey’s President tweeted another verbal attack against Israel
Because Erdogan thinks he can an Ottoman sultan’s slippers fill
This past week a group of Catholic scholars charged Pope Francis with heresy
Had Francis lived in Christ’s time, would he have been the chief Pharisee?

Another coup attempt in Venezuela
ear marked of CIA hubris-philia
John Bolton and Mike Pompeo continue to beat the drums of war
Whilst Xi and Putin may boot the U.S. through Hades’ door
Are these the times foreseen by William Butler Yeats?
Is humanity’s thread to be cut by the deadliest of the Fates?

Yeats wrote in his poem The Second Coming
in his mind hearing distant war’s drums drumming
The best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
Today it’s all pride and prejudice, little sense and sensibility.

No Sunday Masses being said in Sri Lanka
Because of Islamic State fanatica
Violence eats innocence with each passing hour
Statesmen are concerned not with truth but with power
And the foot of the god Ares has crushed many a flower

And now I wait for the sight of beluga whale
Humanity’s passing grade is F for a fail
Is dust in the wind all we shall be at the end of the day
As I watch the salt water splash on these shores of Norway?

-A poem written by Christopher
and recited by the ghost
of Orson Welles
Saturday May 4th
2019.


My childhood cinematic hero the great actor, director and writer
Orson Welles
in a poetic, poignant and powerfully compelling scene
from his movie F Is For Fake.

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12 Comments

  1. velvetscreams said,

    πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ

  2. David Redpath said,

    I had an ‘Orson Welles Moment’ away from
    the trash, to appreciate the treasure of your
    writing, Chris.
    Sorry that I’ve been busy as a bee on ritalin
    recently. And as previously mentioned, I like
    take the time to savour the profound flavour
    of your mist illuminating blogrums.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thanks, David. πŸ˜ƒ

      Glad you use your Orson Welles moments to enjoy my blogrums. πŸ˜„

      • David Redpath said,

        Nothing fake about it πŸ‘Œ
        and absolutely no collusion πŸ‘

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Some have read the writing on the wall.

        It’s time to read the writing on the dress. πŸ˜‚

  3. David Redpath said,

    “All in all, you’re just another
    Clinton corsage on the wall.”
    ~ Red Floyd

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      I appear to have thought I was commenting on another blog post when I mentioned the writing on the dress.

      Putin’s corsage and Lilith’s midnight run to a Moscow laundromat are to be found elsewhere.

      It’s time to return to Orson Welles and the curious incident (as Sherlock Holmes noted) of The Third Man and The Lady From Shanghai.

  4. David Redpath said,

    πŸ‘—βœ”οΈ

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