Remembering Ickus

Eudo-DesyeuxGreetings from Ickushouse.

Thank you for your visit.

I am honored to introduce myself as the new Director of Ickushouse, our esteemed institution founded in 1999.  I am humbled to offer, as eulogy, a few words about our cherished founder, the late Ickus (1999-2012) whose memory shall continue to inspire and inform Ickushouse’s mission and programming.


Remembering Ickus

As the staff of Ickushouse will fondly remember, Ickus was not one to sacrifice life’s pleasures, simple or exquisite. First and foremost he enjoyed the plenty of a well-prepared table. Though a gourmand, Ickus did not eschew more humble and traditional offerings, enjoying all culinary delights from poisson vapeur au citron and roast duck, to artisanal pizza and shortbread cookies, to cafeteria pot roast. Of course his favorite dish (as we know from free verse dated February 2010) was the center-cut pork loin seared to bleu with sea salt (always served by the head I.H. chef on special occasions).

Ickus at work

Ickus at home working on one of many special projects

In his prime Mr. Ickus was a man about town, frequenting restaurants al fresco, local shops, and private parties where, earlier as an adolescent, the young Ickus was oftimes mistaken for a small dog. Ickus’ film debut came with the 2005 feature-length documentary Viva les Amis, first screened at Austin’s own Alamo Drafthouse Downtown, at national film festivals, and later on TV.

Ickus would soon after retire from the public eye to spend time at the compound, where he could usually be found in one of his preferred spots: musing by the fire in his wicker or contemplating the wildlife in the Ickushouse gardens from his favorite window spot. It is there that Ickus allowed the fruits of Ickushouse to fully ripen before setting “pen to paper.”

– Eudo Oliphant Maxime Desyeux

before Day, friday

Muh-muh gave me a tiny song bird
she took right from a strange mouth.
She was blue, bright, bright blue, but wilted.
When she turned bloody brown and big
like a pig and split open
I took her liver with my beak.
It seemed too little, about the size of mine.

I texted my boss I couldn’t come in
(this was part of the dream)
then I barfed into Night.
(this wasn’t).

Ickus dream