Louis Joseph Bunker Wingate

Born 13 November 2016. 

From Cyril Connolly

Hôtel de la Louisiane

...I have a room for 400 francs a month and at last I will be living within my own and other people's income. I am tired of acquaintances and tired of friends unless they're intelligent, tired also of extrovert unbookish life. Me for good talk, wet evenings, intimacy, vins rouges en carafe, reading, relative solitude, street worship, exploration of the least known arrondissements, shopgazing, alley sloping, cafe crawling, Seine loafing, and plenty of writing from the table by this my window where I can watch the streets light up... I am for the intricacy of Europe, the discrete and many folded strata of the old world, the past, the North, the world of ideas. I am for the Hôtel de la Louisiane.

Sincerely, L Cohen


I’ve worked at my work
I’ve slept at my sleep
I’ve died at my death
and now I can leave.
Leave what is needed
and leave what is full
need in the spirit
and need in the whole.
Beloved, I’m yours
as I have always been,
from marrow to pore
from longing to skin.
Now that my mission
has come to its end
I pray I’m forgiven
the life that I’ve led
the body I chased
it chased me as well.
My longing’s a place
my dying a sail.

Donald Chump 2

This nasty piece of work getting into the White House was bad enough. But now we have the prospect of the most insincere people on the planet attempting to put their differences to one side and give him their backing, if not blessing. There isn't a vomit bucket big enough.