Saturday, August 22, 2026

My Traveling Companion: Will

 Enjoyable Saturday listening with Will to his latest mixing of several of his songs in Nashville: four covers and one original song, including Black Hole Sun, All Apologies, and others. Then we had brunch at Apres, and visited a Tennis shop to check out tennis shoes and rackets. All in All, a rewarding day for us. 

My Traveling Companion

 



Will Thigpen,

Tybee Island

Will and I have shared a personal friendship for 15 years. Our friendship took root two years after his graduation in the spring of 2010 and after his experience at LaGrange College. He was the best philosophy student I taught at BFA. Darryl and I attended his many musical performances in Atlanta: see the photos of these posted here. We have traveled together several times: Lookout Mountain and Cloudland Canyon, New Orleans, New York and Brooklyn, Miami Beach, Southwest Florida's Gulf Coast, Charlotte, Savannah repeatedly, as well as Asheville. Will has hiked with me in the Blue Ridge Mountains, including the Graveyard Fields and Waterfall where My Mom's and Darryl's ashes are. 



Will observes Allen Ginsberg

High Museum of Art

Our friendship began when Will asked me if I thought he should read =On the Road= by Jack Kerouac. Telling him a little about the main characters and their story, seeing his reaction, the answer was clearly yes. It was not long before he was quoting the famous:

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

Will even called himself Neal after Neal Cassady. There are many connections. 



Will came often to Darryl's and my Townhouse. Here he is at Christmas, giving us a performance. He always struck me as a natural for the stage and for singing. He's a natural entertainer, writing his own songs and music. 

We three shared a love for Leonard Cohen, Radiohead, Kate Bush, Rufus Wainwright, Dead Can Dance, and many others.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7VYIVboWNA


In the early days of our friendship, Will and I performed at coffee houses in Atlanta: Will singing and playing guitar; I, reading my poetry. We made a wonderful group of friends who also performed. They made a film in which Darryl was one of the stars. They also had parties which Will and I enjoyed, often until 3 or 4 in the morning. Over the years our relationship became close and intimate. 


One of our first trips we made together was to New Orleans. Not everything went as planned, but there were some fine moments. Will met and liked Katie that trip. She was always a great hostess. 



 

Katie and Will 

with Tiramisu 

Irene's








A Beignet at

Cafe Du Monde







Fabulous dinner

Galatoires-- on our second trip to New Orleans











At A La Folie
Miami Beach
with Wolfgang and Sebastian





After a swim at Tybee








Will and I took the train to NYC and Brooklyn to see dear friend Joseph Mydell perform Julius Caesar at BAM. We all had a great time together and Will loved the performance. Will also enjoyed meeting some to the regular actors from Dr. Who, who were among the cast of Caesar. 



On the train to NYC

Will entertained fellow travelers.






Joe and Will

Coco's Sunset Grill, Tybee


The West Brow,
Lookout Mountain

Will at Graveyard Fields,

Blue Ridge Parkway











Jasper House



Will and Amber Taylor, Sexual Side Effects

Sold out performance, Charlotte, NC


Starr's Porch, Lookout Mt. 






Will at Stonewall Bar

Greenwich Village 



Will has met and spent time with almost every one of my friends: the Killians, Starr, Maggie & Jocelin, Joe, Katie, Wolfgang & Sebastian, of course, my brother many times. Will has moved to live and make music in Asheville; but is in Atlanta often. He was here when Darryl suddenly became ill and had to go to the hospital. When Darryl died; when Katie died, when Lee died all in 2025, Will was there. First among all my friends he was there repeatedly when I needed him. No one has given me more comfort and love over the past year and a half. He joined my brother and Steve Killian the past two summers to remember and honor Darryl in Graveyard Fields on the Blue Ridge Parkway. 


Will at the Summit

Blackrock Mountain

 State Park


Toast of Atlanta





Will performs in our room.

  Highlands, NC



Malaprops Bookstore, Asheville




Tongue in Savannah


Besides spending time together in the Blue Ridge Mountains, at Cabin Six at Blackrock, The Pisgah Inn, and the culinary delights of the area, besides many stays together in Asheville, we are now planning to travel to Japan for a month in the Winter and Spring of 2027.


Sunday, July 26, 2026

Happy Birthday to the Spirit of Darryl Gossett

The Spirit of Darryl has said to me that he no longer experiences time and space. He is no longer a material body, no longer concerned with the world of things. His spirit exists in a way he can only indicate to me by what I know as Carl Jung's Collective Unconscious or A. N. Whitehead's god. He says I shall know his psychical reality soon enough, myself. In that reality there is no more change, no evolving; instead there is the present moment. Rest assured, none of the established religions get it. There is no heaven or hell. There is no place, since space no longer exists at all. 

In two days, in our experience of time, it will be Darryl's Birthday. So, why not celebrate the exceptional person Darryl was in our world? I shall repost the poem I wrote in May, the month after Darryl died. Then, a few of the photographs which, like Darryl, do not age or change. 

      

Everything and Nothing


Since you left

Absence has moved in

The rooms of our home

We filled with our art

Our travels our nostalgia

The Whirling Dervish

You brought to me from Egypt

The wooden Vermont cow

Shaking her head

At the loss of you

Feel the emptiness

For you are everywhere and nowhere

We are ghosts you and I

Among the spring azaleas

As the dogwoods open

As the honeysuckle fragrance

Reminds me of I forget what

The blooms fade as we have

And I am the sole vessel

Of our feelings our dreams

Our desire to grow old together

You are my compass 

With no magnetic pole

Our joy I can only recall

The guide to  every action adrift

My mind is filled by you

Though the sails of our lives

Can not unfurl

Though your fingertips tap

Subtle love upon my navel



Married on Cape Cod