the moon was a great egg born in blood, when I trampled my baby's face in the mud

these denton welch drawings are resting in the collection of the harry ransom center, austin texas. superficially seeming an ill-fit for such englishness. its nice though, to not have to travel to london or some other uk horror to see them. austin is hot and groovy and has the tastiest pancakes. the HRC is an incredible repository of cultural artifacts, well worth the walk.
denton welch would of course be a misfit no matter where he rests. thats the attraction.
my life is better for having been introduced to him by the late dieter schidor who wanted to make a film from 'a voice through a cloud', dw's final and only-slightly unfinished minor masterpiece. as you can see here his poetry sometimes lacked the brittle wit of his longer narratives and the incision of his drawing pen . i dont react strongly to his paintings. perhaps writers draw better than they paint.
most of his published work truly is worth reading. interesting that william burroughs was such a fan and dieter schidor, who went on to produce 'querelle' obsessively read every word dw wrote. pity his planned take on 'a voice through a cloud' never made it to the cinema