David Arthur Walters is an independent journalist who lives in the South Beach area of Miami Beach, Florida. David Arthur Walters is a poor man's writer-wunderkind who takes on the philosophical big guns of our age with sleight-of-hand logic and epistemological flourishes worthy of Foucault. But don't let that fool you. In a pinch he can write a play based on La Dame aux camellias, no doubt inspired by Dumas, and render sidewalk chalk-art tres chic after Picasso. Baudelaire could easily have been his drinking buddy if we were to imagine time in reverse, which Mr. Walters compels us to consider through the Ouspenskian lens of Eternal Recurrence and other stuff worthy of a Dali painting a la melting clock faces. Herein lies the genius of David Arthur Walters, jack of all trades and master jester of Nan, that far-off land in which lived the holy fool of William Blake's prodigious imagination. Writer, dancer, word-artist, satirist, and clown, David Arthur Walters brings it all to the page, compelling us to wave our hand-fans in astonishment at the nerve of the man, the impropriety, the utter genius of his whackadoodle mind. May his works live on in the annals of Time! (Melina Costello, Author of Seeking the God of Ecstasy: A Spiritual Journey of Sexual Awakening, Tutti-Frutti Town: Blinky Blueberry Finds A Friend)
Kansas City, Missouri, was the city my father loved. I ventured there from Hawaii in 2003 to attend to him, and, like father like son, I have never loved a city more. The Heart of America is a tragic yet unbroken heart, always in need of revitalization. I took up residence in the nearly dead downtown as the Kempers and other civic leaders led by Mayor K Barnes endeavored to revive it yet again. I fancied I was a journalist like Theodore Dreiser, a hero of mine. Alas, the Kansas City Star would have nothing to do with me and nary a business would take me on despite my long experience and excellent references, for I was, as it were, an outsider. When I finished my business, I went on to Miami, an immigration capital, where I was soon employed. Yet I had my regrets because the real heart of America is the people there, and I found them wonderful, especially a little girl, named Sophie after wisdom, who, for me, represented the future of the Heart of America. I have a passion for writing so while in Kansas City I started my own publication, the Downtown Kansas City Journal, as a free blog because I didn't have the budget for a website. The articles here are a collection of some of my entries.
Does the Heart of America still have a heart? Kansas City, Missouri, is no longer the meat-packing heart of America. It became well known to residents as a "one cow town" because of a sculpture of a cow on top of a pole overlooking West Bottoms, the old stockyard flats where the Missouri River and the Kansas River meet. What the reader will find in this little collection is a freelancing gypsy's impression of the further evolution of a great city during his visitation of its deadened downtown under its latest revitalization plan 20 years ago. There are notable personages mentioned therein, such as Jonathan Kemper, the most prominent living member of the Kemper banking dynasty, Wayne Cauthen and his kidnapped, suicidal daughter, and, of course, Tom Pendergast, the convicted kingpin who put foul-mouthed but honest President Truman in the White House. Always present is the Kansas City Star, whose political twinkling was rewarded with a $200-million-dollar printing plant. So, does the Heart of America still have a heart? You damn right it does!
Título : The Compassionate Heart of America
EAN : 9798201583316
Editorial : David Arthur Walters
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