Author Archives: Amos Wilson

This is one of the most horrifying images I have ever seen: This photo was included in a NY Times article entitled “Selling a New Generation on Guns“. A picture indeed says a thousand very scary words.  

Its interesting of late that I find myself seeking a new hero. This was not a conscious decision to do so, but I have recently caught myself in the act of being inspired by new individuals and their works and … Continue reading →

Tragedy often evokes art, for art often exposes the truth of tragedy. A snippet of Charles Bukowski’s poem “The Crunch” has been echoing in my head of late: our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners … Continue reading →

True love… or respect.. or admiration.. or joy of a guy walking in on a tv show with a scotch… not sure what it was.. but this is my very first glimpse of Christopher Hitchens and from that moment on … Continue reading →

As I drove around the still Sandy ravaged streets I heard a voice in my head. The cold sweats and shivers were close behind. The world spun out of focus for a brief moment as the following words, which I … Continue reading →

What the fuck?? The so called memorial to Hitch, (kicking off the 2012 PEN World Voices Festival of International Literature) so grandly teed up by the host as “what better way to kick off this year’s Festival of World Literature … Continue reading →