Monthly Archives: January 2018

“For us, there is only the trying”; found object conceptual art by Richard Davies (quote from T.S. Eliot, “East Coker”, Four Quartets)

A favorite preferred image–a spoken word record album cover which hangs on my bedroom wall. (Dylan Thomas often wrote of the inner child and childhood, especially its freedoms.) Note: Quite Early One Morning LP cover by Caedmon, on my bedroom … Continue reading →

“Starting in my childhood, I believed that anything is possible and open to choice. And I still do. (You haven’t seen everything yet.) Beyond that, a good attitude is crucial in dealing with whatever change, obstacle, problems, misery, and sufferings.” … Continue reading →

Often the forgotten part of our lives is, simply, the sky–the ever-changing backdrop to our days on terra firma. Places and contexts may remain relatively the same or slow-changing, but the skyscapes and cloudscapes come and go with some regularity. … Continue reading →

The pained dream consumes itself.” (quote by W.B.Yeats, “Two Songs from a Play”)   He is not a star for you to follow. He is just a man walking away down the road, the one who took the fire with … Continue reading →

“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves aware, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.”

The hijab, scissors-attack girl. A great way to get attention. Her story went international and even King Selfie commiserated with her. I remember a story I once used in one of my books called “Cancer” about a young woman lying … Continue reading →

(Again, they don’t make ’em like they used to.) Spellbound To Kill a Mockingbird Moby Dick The Omen Cape Fear The Boys from Brazil Arabesque The Big Country MacArthur Gentleman’s Agreement The Gunfighter The Keys to the Kingdom On the … Continue reading →

(unlike most actresses today) Spellbound Casablanca Autumn Sonata Intermezzo Murder on the Orient Express Gaslight For Whom the Bell Tolls Notorious Cactus Flower Inn of the Sixth Happiness Anastasia Indiscreet Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

is the last of the good/more popular, older Canadian writers. When she dies, the olde pre-20th century CanLit school* is toast (except for maybe Ondaatje if you’re a fan). I would expect her to win the next or second-next Nobel Prize … Continue reading →