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Restless Brain Syndrome: David Jensen hired me to play at his book signing Friday, 5 - 7 pm. Blue Hollomon Art Gallery. 355 Arctic blvd
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Monday, December 2, 2013. David Jensen hired me to play at his book signing Friday, 5 - 7 pm. Blue Hollomon Art Gallery. 355 Arctic blvd. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). David Jensen hired me to play at his book signing . Contact me at dewey1@mtaonline.net. Back to my main website. I've been asked to open for- and play with Forget-Me-Not band January 11th, starts 7 pm, for the Old Russian News Years celebration at the Anchorage Activity Center. See you all there. My Fire/Rescue Memoir book site.
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Dewey G. Whetsell: SATURDAY MORNINGS
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Thursday, March 15, 2007. Land solid on the cluttered kitchen table,. Surrounded by tousle-haired children. With all of creation in their eyes. And crumbs in their laughter. They burst forth from slamming screen doors. To conquer the mountains of their minds. And destroy the villains of innocence. With shrieks and shouts and urgency. And swords of sticks at the ready. Victorious at sunset, the conquering warriors return. The porch is strew with armaments –. For one more Saturday. You c...
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Dewey G. Whetsell: THE ASSASSINATIONS
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Thursday, March 15, 2007. The Assassinations" is my impression of an era in America that left everyone reeling. Starting with the assassination of. Kennedy): the scene that TV viewers had electronically injected into our collective psyches, when on a sunny Dallas day. A Dallas ringing cheer of lead that sent the beautiful knight quite dead. Then, the decade spi raled. Of course, we say, 'twon't be unsung, but God, it has all only just begun. On with Reverend King. PDF download". Be...
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Dewey G. Whetsell: TABLE OF CONTENTS
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Thursday, March 15, 2007. Genesis On The Book Shelf". Last piece in the book). Putting aside the debate about man’s origin for a minute…Fallen Angel versus Risen Ape…let’s look at following estimates:. Since his appearance on this planet, man has stacked up about eight hundred life-spans. The first seven hundred and forty life-spans were spent in caves or worse. It’s only been the last sixty where man had any real shelter. And only the last seven life-spans saw printing. Because of wor...
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Dewey G. Whetsell: Preface (excerpt)
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Thursday, March 15, 2007. The Arts and Sciences bicker for the right to define man. The excerpt. What is a person? Does art peer into the soul while science exams the machine? Does it make sense that each person is two independent entities: A mechanical entity and an ethereal entity? Leonardo) was unable to nail down the illusive and sought-after interconnectivity of art and science. Of all the domains of science, of pure technics, it lacks a. Cordova (Alaska) in Summer" (author).
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Dewey G. Whetsell: INTRO TO 'REFLECTIONS OF PONTIUS PILATE'
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Thursday, March 15, 2007. INTRO TO 'REFLECTIONS OF PONTIUS PILATE'. Cordova (Alaska) in Summer" (author). Welcome to my Poetry/Essay book blog site. If you came looking for my firefighting book site, you made a wrong turn. Up top (left) arrow back, and try again. Or go to. Http:/ www.deweywhetsell.blogspot.com/. Younger, beardless author/kelp diver in Alaska. The publisher is http:/ www.northbooks.com/. Or http:/ www.barnesandnoble.com/. Or http:/ www.dealoz.com/.
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Dewey G. Whetsell: SCENES THAT STRIKE YOU SILENT
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Thursday, March 15, 2007. SCENES THAT STRIKE YOU SILENT. Everyone has seen scenes and were struck with a sense of irony or melancholy, beauty or tragedy and found it impossible to adequately describe it to someone else. So, that person quietly keeps it to himself. Like:. Wish you would have said something. The parents who tend, and then depart;. To fade like the dust of papers in some. And only their caressing eyes. Remain in your mind. To appear in quiet moments- like angles- and.
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Dewey G. Whetsell: BLESSING SPACE (excerpt)
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Thursday, March 15, 2007. Outer space may offer the answers to some important questions about our planet—some relevance to our existence, but even if it did not, it would not change anything. Our compulsion for space exploration). Ah, hell, here's the entire piece*. Exists independently of the desire for sudden wealth or deification. Everyone has heard that if a man built a warehouse, he could not force himself to leave any part of it vacant. My answer is this:. If the number of starvi...
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Dewey G. Whetsell
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Monday, November 23, 2009. Cordova (Alaska) in Summer" (author). Welcome to my Poetry/Essay book blog site. If you came looking for my firefighting book site, you made a wrong turn. Up top (left) arrow back, and try again. Or go to. Http:/ www.deweywhetsell.blogspot.com/. Younger, beardless author/kelp diver in Alaska. The publisher is http:/ www.northbooks.com/. Or http:/ www.barnesandnoble.com/. Or http:/ www.dealoz.com/. Look at the 3rd column and click on " Lazarus on a Spur Line.
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Dewey G. Whetsell: TAKE MY HAND
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Dewey G. Whetsell. Thursday, March 15, 2007. The street in ’51. From habit, my father clutched my hand. Embarrassed, my manly eight-year hand. Freed the grasp to search my pocket. For some important thing. I knew my search had fooled my dad. Crossing the street in ’81. From habit I clutched my son’s hand. Embarrassed, his manly eight-year hand. Freed the grasp to search his pocket. For some important thing. He knew his search had fooled his dad. I wish I had both chances again.
