At twenty-seven years-old, George Fairweather is “the voice of his generation”, a poet whose talent has garnered him accolades from the literary establishment and homage from the disenfranchised “hippie” youth of the late 1960’s. George is the embodiment of the times with his long hair,... show more
At twenty-seven years-old, George Fairweather is “the voice of his generation”, a poet whose talent has garnered him accolades from the literary establishment and homage from the disenfranchised “hippie” youth of the late 1960’s.
George is the embodiment of the times with his long hair, rebellious attitude and regular use of mind-expanding psychedelic drugs.
Then the sudden and tragic death of Fallon, his friend, his muse and his lover shatters his world, his sanity and nearly ends his life.
Katherine is the one person who stands between George and destruction. A hanger-on, a groupie, a go-for, she’s a woman George never considered – for anything. Katherine idolizes George and makes it her personal mission to keep him alive, doing whatever it takes, twenty-four seven.
Because of Katherine’s sacrifice and devotion George slowly begins to mend his soul and rebuild a life. But guilt and gratitude make it a much different life then he’d previously led.
Thirty-seven years later, George Fairweather is a husband, father and grandfather and a successful copywriter at an advertising agency. Another death, his wife Katherine’s, is about to change his life again.
Can dreams be resurrected? Can a life abandoned be taken up again?
Will they let him?
Is it worth it?
The Seeker of Abandoned Dreams
He is not now,
nor has he ever been
the person you think
What you see is
a complex compromise of demons, dreams, desires,
the blunted spear of passion, the dull edge of intellect,
an over-talked argument, the last guest
at a weary gathering.
Extraneous stuff slips away,
the affairs of friends hold little interest
and the lack of things in common
make conversation the killer
to his preferred silence.
The focus has narrowed, the journey closes,
the lack of purpose becomes
He’s going out there now
to slough off conventions,
become what wind, sun and rain would have him be –
He’s taking with him
something vague and inarticulate,
less than a memory, tinged with warning.
He’ll travel with no expectations
only to be