Raymond G. Taylor
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Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Run with the Pack: Chapter 4
Bahr continued his relentless pace through the forest, onward to new ground, away from his family, his pack. He noticed the beginnings of the thaw as fresh shoots appeared through the snow. He picked at some promising looking plants, but forest vegetation provides nothing to stay the vast hunger of a ravenous wolf. He must find meat. Nights had passed since his last meal and many days had passed since, in his generosity, he had allowed the shiha, the she-wolf, to keep the dead bird, the bird that was rightfully his. Fool, fool, fool that he was.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Chapters
Barbie: nice movie...
Don't get me wrong. Barbie is a great film, with bags of humor and lots of funny references to other films... for those old enough to remember 2001: A Space Odyssey. Problem is, it didn't know where to end. There is only so much existentialism a theatre audience can take.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Critique
Mamma Mia!
Hate musicals, not an Abba fan. Why then did the Mama Mia! stage show, which I attended reluctantly with work friends, delight me so? Was it the sumptuous Novello Theatre on London's Aldwych? Was it the stylish bar? Was it the upbeat crowd? Whatever it was, the production was excellent.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Critique
Oliver Twist is a sham. Runner-Up in Critique Challenge.
Characters are wooden and two dimensional. The book imbued with Victorian hypocrisy. Oliver Twist, far from shining a light on inner city poverty and crime, is voyeuristic and nauseatingly sentimental. In the end, Oliver is plucked from London's 'wickedness' only to join his benefactor in a life of rural privilege.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Critique
Of phones and photographs. Top Story - August 2023.
Was a time I considered myself a photographer. Two Pentax manual SLR bodies, four lenses, lens hood, filters, tripod, camera bag, rolls of Kodachrome, Fujichrome, Ilford monochrome. A keen eye and a willingness to try out new things.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Photography
Art for our sake: five
For my fifth venture into the wonderous world depicted by the wonderful creators submitting their stories to the Vocal Art community, I have included some embedded links. Please let me know what you think. Is it too much or does it help give a useful preview of the works reviewed?
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Art
1995
Midway between new born and four-score-ten. What did it mean? Born at the end of the 1950s, by a few days, I was now 35 years old. A year older than this time last year. Was I any wiser? As editor of a low-key trade magazine I guess I was at the top of my chosen profession. Reasonably good wage, treated quite well in the organisation, small team of dedicated professionals behind me. I was a married, mortgage-paying dad of two. Or at least would be that summer as we happily awaited, at the start of the year, our new arrival. A lot would change over the coming years.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Chapters
