Tristan Tzara, Marcel Duchamp & René Magritte Enter A Non-Existent Bar…

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Nude Descending a Staircase, No. 2 – Marcel Duchamp

Strolling through… WWW.ALISTAIRMCHARG.COM …one is inevitably struck by the austere minimalism, opulent use of white space, and painstaking attention to detail which combine to create a rarefied atmosphere at once calm, cool, and occasionally collected.

“Ultimately it’s not what you don’t say that matters most so much as how you don’t say it.” Taz Mopula

My work requires such a setting to be appreciated and, as a rule, visitors enjoy a brief respite from the nightmarish cacophony of what is laughingly referred to as modern culture.

“White is the new black, silence is the new eloquence, and obscurity is the new fame.” Taz Mopula

Taz Mopula snippets of mildly enigmatic pseudo-profundity are updated daily.

“To live happily it either is or is not essential that one learns to embrace self-contradictory concepts.” Taz Mopula

My cartoons – which precariously straddle the netherworld separating good-natured merriment from acidic, irreverent iconoclasm – are also updated daily.

“If you cannot see yourself as others see you, you will never understand why they are laughing.” Taz Mopula

Hep cats, deep thinkers, and sensitive artistes should be sure to visit the poetry alcove. Beware, poetry is powerful voodoo and best consumed in small doses. Poems are updated weekly in order to give readers time to recover.

“Without life, poetry itself would be meaningless.” Taz Mopula

Members of the press, and others with a desire to know more; can follow links to a plethora of audio, visual, and written deconstructions of my creative enterprises.

“Reality can only be found in artifice; mere facts simply aren’t honest enough.” Taz Mopula

The blog you are reading now is updated regularly and provides a repository for words too portly to be used elsewhere.

“We write to discover who we are, and in the process, become somebody else.” Taz Mopula

Our Gift Shop, conveniently called BOOKS, is always worth a visit! There you can purchase my redoubtable bipolar memoir, Invisible Driving, and my two satirical novels, Moonlit Tours and Washed Up, in paperback or digital download.

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…and the bartender says, “Pamplemousse!”

Published by Alistair McHarg

Alistair McHarg was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, moved immediately to Edinburgh, and three years later moved to Amsterdam. At 6 he settled in Philadelphia and for 16 years was confused by Quaker education; Germanton Friends School and Haverford College. A Master of Arts in Creative Writing from the University of Louisville nudged him even closer to unemployability. Convinced at an early age that fate had chosen writing as his calling, Alistair followed a characteristically slow and circuitous path. He has found work as deck hand on a Norwegian tramp freighter touring South America, Bureau of Land Management Emergency Fire Fighter in Alaska, guide at a Canadian wilderness survival camp, truck driver crisscrossing Colorado's continental divide, and inner city cabbie. Alistair has been arranging words on paper for a living since 1983.