01 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/01 Villach, Austria

I managed to get some sleep just prior to boarding an early train into Villach.  I didn’t have anything to read and I was getting a little bored.  I got out some colored pencils I had been carrying for some time and began coding a chart of guitar chords.  I was focused in on what I was doing, dreaming about something when I noticed a strong feeling that I was being watched.  I looked over to my left and sitting a couple of rows down the car were three of the cutest little girls all dressed up for Sunday church.   (more…)

01 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Itinerary, 0 Comments

Itinerary 15

Headed back into Germany with sunny skies and darted about the eastern Alps.

France: Paris

Belgium: Brussels

Netherlands: Rotterdam, Amsterdam

Germany: Frankfurt, Mannheim, Heidelberg, Karlsruhe, Baden Baden

France: Strasbourg

Germany: Freiburg, Titisee

Switzerland: Basel, Zurich, Sargans, Landquarts, Chur, Sargans

Austria: Innsbruck, Lieiz, Spittal, Villach

02 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/02 Venice, Italy

I finished last night’s joint out on the balcony and then spent about an hour watching the taxis jockey for position and transport the masses from place to place.  A unique perspective on canal life.  I passed a few dollars into the hands of a boat owner who showed me around the channels.  I figured that was a good first step to accustom myself to the island.  I traced the labyrinths of narrow streets and waterways and watched gargoyles pass under arches where the king of ghosts and shadows once danced.   (more…)

02 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 066 Disrobed down to a child

Disrobed down to a child, I’ve dreamt outside the gate, no feathers for this head I lay, no pride, nor fear, nor hate,
the world is my home, yet, I’m so alone, imprisoned by the wait

Far inside the day has risen, deep inside echo’s a cry, as if a silent voice from heaven,
was seeking out, this place I lie

I stood beside the table, for a scrap to fill my plate, then melted into the night alone, no pride, nor fear, nor hate,
the world is my home, yet, I’m so alone, imprisoned by the wait

Far behind the day has ended, in the breath of another day,
with a withered body & tired feet, I seek out, a place to lay

The world is my home, yet, I’m so alone, imprisoned by the wait

03 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/03 Venice, Italy

Took a morning boat to Giudecca to visit a glass shop and took advantage of the weather and the sand.  The hostel I went to check out was over crowded with mostly children running about, so spent the remains of the day back on the main island.  Before dark I had gathered up my things and boarded a train towards Padova.  Across from me sat a beautiful young lady with a twinkle in her eye and I caught a smile or two.  Sex was in the air so I broke the ice. (more…)