Category Archives: gratitude

Talking about art is like dancing about architecture. Bowie.

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“They’d never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they’d been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.”
― Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz



4/18/2015 — Yes.. I found him. Well. Kind of. News of him anyways. He’s living in Nevada and from what I understand he has suffered some seriously declining health in the past few months. I talked to a friend of his who is in regular contact with him who said he’s in and out of the hospital. I am going to get an address of his friend that I can send a message to Bobby thanking him for all he’s given us/me. I will not post that address. However if people want to send me their note of gratitude I will gladly include it with mine — it in one big envelop to send. Time is of the essence as I will probably send my letter within a couple weeks of the posted date above.

Robert (Bob) Earll is a complex man, someone whose name is being tossed around as people seek him out online. (Not to be confused with Dr. Bob Earll of UK.) This entry is about Robert Earll who wrote for tv series like Hill Street Blues, Nightstalker, Ironside from the 1960s through the 1990s. His film credits list him as a writer, producer, developer over a span of years in which he was involved with creating truly remarkable story lines for gripping tv series. His talent as a writer may well be connected to a life lived on the edge, as revealed in his autobiographical book “I Got Tired of Pretending” (1989; ISBN: 0922641692), STEM Publications (P.O. Box 8307, Tucson, Arizona 85738) and in another book “Turning on the Light: A plan for empowerment & fullness of life” (STEM, 1992; ISBN: 0922641641). Truly, all of life is grist for a writer.

“I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.” Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore

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“Down there – he said – are people who will follow any dragon, worship any god, ignore any inequity. All out of a kind of humdrum, everyday badness. Not the really high, creative loathsomeness of the great sinners, but a sort of mass-produced darkness of the soul. Sin, you might say, without a trace of originality. They accept evil not because they say yes, but because they don’t say no.”
― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

All our Discontents about what we want, appeared to me, to spring from the Want of Thankfulness for what we have. Robinson Crusoe  (1719)

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Daryl Hine “Among Islands”

We are exiles everywhere we go,
Stranded upon the verandah, castaways
In the family living room, like Crusoe,
Or like Philoctetes, festering,
Having given away the Herculean bow,
With nothing to call our own except the wound.