Gerald Cannon
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I growed up po and ignant in Alabama. Then I went off to college and became a socialistic atheistic business school grad with an MBA. Not wanting to add evil capitalistic bastard to my resume, I obtained an antidote degree -the MFA. What a difference a letter makes. Now I teach college and make art. That's more fun and I'm less prone to drift toward the dark side. So, at the advanced age of sixty.... I have chosen mind over matter, joined the League of Defensive Pessimists and have no better answers, only fewer questions.
He sat for the longest time staring blankly into the distance. Finally he saw that there was a way forward. As simple as he was, this insight was astonishing. It had all seemed so difficult and clouded. Now he could barely understand how he had…
The three of us entered the Tulane University field house where their basketball team played. The bleachers of a not large old wooden building were full on that night in the early eighties. However, it wasn’t basketball we had come to see. It was a…
“Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” ~ Hans Christian Anderson “Your life passes before your eyes.” That thought occurred to him when, soon after he took the above picture in Munich and then boarded a luxury ICE…
A Sixth Anniversary Redux (Email written less than six months after Katrina. Lest we forget how things were for thousands of us trying to take action in a void of all but insane planning committees.) A commission, unelected, refusing individual input from citizens, has been…
A Short History of Why Good Stuff Happens to Bad People ONE David Simon, creator of The Wire and Treme, said in a recent interview with Bob Edwards that America is a “prisoner of short-term gain”. I thought this a most elegant summation of the…
Two young skinny kids stood behind the table facing the judge. They were close in age, but little else. One was tall, skinny and dressed in a light blue J.C. Penny suit. The other was in orange coveralls. One was short and black with close-cropped…
It was the last day of jury duty for this particular cattle call. No one wanted to be chosen – especially for the murder case requiring a voir dire that day. Maybe an additional month! Maybe sequestered in an Airline Highway motel! Oh, god, how bad could this semiannual nightmare get?
It’s no surprise to anyone that knows me, but I’m not an optimist. Still, I sometimes try to see the pewter lining in the clouds on life’s horizon, and, being sixty-four years old, I pay more attention than you young whipper-snappers. If you don’t know…
His latest outmoded work is an ultra-simplistic self-defeating release that reminds us of today’s autonomous ultra-radical force of chop-and-screw musical experiment.
B. ANNA ABADORF “… exceptionally perceptive in the construction of a didactic world tainted with rich echoes of self. A self that at one time fears its rootedness in the flesh and enticed by that same sensuous reality.” – Roberta Pitman FELIX D. CALHOUN “Poverty,…