Centennial Slumber-A Rambling, Coming of Age Excursion Back to SFU and the CRCA, circa 1967 In 1967, I turned twenty. Apparently, I was at my peak. High on life, as it was quickly, very speedily revealing itself, higher yet, up on Burnaby Mountain, attending Simon Fraser University, then a squalling, leaking concrete baby of two, […]
“Neatness, madam, has nothing to do with the truth. The truth is quite messy, like a windblown room.”-William J Harris On a soggy and squally February day, with thoughts of Waldo Lydecker on my mind, I went about a semi-regular activity for some of us on Denman…those of us with a poster or a scrap […]
“The writer is either a practicing recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one; or both. Usually both.” Susan Sontag I have been waiting for a dose of inspiration for quite some time now. I fret that the longer it takes to arrive, the less likely I will recognize it when, or if, my modest muse should […]
“Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer’s loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must […]