A Neurotic in an Exotic Land; The Adventures of Professor Lucas

Here you will find some related writings (generally not as funny as the book) and a little info about the author, as well as an excerpt from the book.
The photo above should have been the book's cover!--and it
should be turned around!

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Although some of the items I've now posted differ in their mood and style from the book itself, I am posting them here anyway because they date from roughly the time period in which the book was written--and, I believe they share a certain ambience with it. (note added 14 March 2010)

Saturday, May 8, 2010


I don't usually write poetry, but I used to. This is a poem from about the same
period as "The Crimes of Capitalism"--also found at this blog.

It represents a wholly different mood from the book, and, even the other pieces at
this blog. It is, in a way, unfinished; but I can't do anything with it now.

Angel Metro Station in Winter

Hundreds of souls fly madly through your caverns.
Crammed inside gleaming metal boxes.
So many souls: old, young, indifferent to my plight.
I can't stop staring.
I am looking for an answer to a question I cannot quite put into words.

I stand on the platform and look for a sign that love is possible
even now in this cold.
It would be a consolation for the tricks you have played on me,
But, no, you don't give away anything to anyone.

I am not this flesh and not these bones.
My soul hovers somewhere above the city.
Watching my predicament with no special interest.
I who am not on an island somewhere in the sun.

Your go-between used to comfort me,
but now she has found other work,
and no one has answered my help wanted sign.

March 2001

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