Creativity

by | Sep 6, 1989 | Essay

            Whatever happened to creativity? Where has fiction gone? Can’t we have GONE WITH THE WIND again, WAR AND PEACE, DEATH OF A SALESMAN? Where is the imagination, that force of intuition, that swirling gatherer of conscience, complaints, sheaves of pain, and...

They Improved the Part

by | Aug 13, 1989 | Essay

            So, what is important? Two birds were stuck in my house. Well, yesterday afternoon I found one up in my skylight. That’s about twenty feet above the ground floor entry. He was chasing the sky, just out of reach. He was chirping and hopping and I wasn’t...

Just Say No

by | Aug 11, 1989 | Essay

Hey, just say NO! Come on, you don’t want to get into that filthy habit, do you, young man? I know you’re poor and your daddy beats you and Mommy is always out working. The teachers yell at you. The gang guys want you to hang out with them and help them out with their...

Bland in California

by | Aug 10, 1985 | Essay

            There’s this guy Bland in California. Okay, so he rapes, tortures, and murders. All right, all right, I know I said murder, so what the heck. Right, if he had stopped at torture and rape we might be able to forgive the guy. Hey, in America we don’t...

Regret

by | Nov 18, 1983 | Essay

            When I hear about the development of San Francisco, I regret that I won’t be here always. I think of these times and I regret that I won’t be here in other times. I won’t be here in the year 2093, or even in 2043, I don’t suppose.             Is life all...