Author Archives: rdavies

“That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.” Gone but not forgotten: Spiritus at Woodward’s Books in the ’90s reading into Southgate Mall on a crowded fall Saturday afternoon. We eventually interrupted the flow of shoppers and … Continue reading →

Lying in bed (just like Brian Wilson did) early the other morning and realizing something basic to writing, my own writing, and life experience. Life itself is fundamentally made up of sound, image, and movement. Sound we are always hearing–from … Continue reading →

“Cheer up–it can only get worse.”

If someone hangs on or around long enough, then he or she might finally get what s/he really wants, needs, or deserves.

“Hell is other people.”–Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit Indubitably. One has only to refer to the wisdom of myriad books, plays, and films. Or reflect on the amount of violence and conflict in society leading to such things as abuse, assault, … Continue reading →

The subtlety in the book no film could ever represent– “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter–to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out … Continue reading →

can be seen in the fact he hasn’t given a penny to the dead U.S. soldier’s widow or to the other U.S. soldier he wounded. He is just an unrepentant jihadist who killed an infidel and got a big payday from Justin. … Continue reading →

Gary, a nice, friendly Sikh who stayed with the next-door neighbor for a while eventually moved into a house close to the neighborhood elementary school where my kids went to a long time ago. He works hard and is training … Continue reading →

The great Willie Nelson gets his due at 82. Amazing career and song catalogue. One of the loosest singers, performers, and guitarists in pop history bordering country, soul, and jazz. Lots of prominent guest stars–Neil Young, Cyndi Lauper, Paul Simon, … Continue reading →

Jimmy Carter, 92, working at a Habitat for Humanity worksite in my old stompin’ grounds, St. James, Winnipeg, in Canada, no less; despite dehydration requiring medical attention, he’s back at work! Jimmy Carter–a real person, and no phony-baloney like the … Continue reading →