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By James Bishop Jr.

Sedona AZ (October 13, 2015) – For Jack Proctor, being sent to his room as a child in Michigan and then the Bay Area was never a punishment. It just gave him more time to draw and paint. Truth be known he has never stopped. “I have yet to find a way of not doing art,” he tells friends.

On Friday October 16th from 5-30-7.30 a special Reception at the Sedona Hub ( will celebrate forty years of art-making. With poetry readings by  James Bishop and live Native American flute music from Nova, and stunning views of the red rocks, this free event is a ‘don’t miss’ invitation.   Read More→

Grand Reunion of Longtime Sedona Stalwarts Professor Bennie Blake and Author James Bishop Jr.

Sedona AZ (September 29, 2015) – Starting October 6, at 10:30 am, second in a series of one-of-a-kind writing classes created by Bennie Blake and James Bishop will be held at Sedona’s Posse grounds HUB and will last until 10 November. Using class writings from the first class,  focus will be on learning more  about the writing process, the skills of creating and criticizing and learning to create memoirs in the ancient manner of Caesar, Civil War Generals, more recently presidents and more and now internet-weary people, too.

Proclaims Blake, long-time college English professor, author, and editor: “memoirs are, emerging as a splendid way to pass down a personal legacy, indeed they seeming to emerging as a personal and family responsibility”. Read More→

Bombarded by Junk

Thursday, March 19th, 2015

By Bishop, Special Dumpster Devil
(March 19, 2015)

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves
— Goethe

photo_bishopAll sorts of records are being set these days in sports, in finance and for endless flatulent political bum fog. However, one record being set this year, as Christmas fades into memories’ is nothing to be amused at. Each of us will have received almost 560 pieces of junk mail out of 38 billion sent, and an average of 54 catalogues out of 14 billion mailed (an of 54 per American) and 38 billion pieces of junk mail, and I bet you even receive more! Altogether, that’s 4.5 million tons of junk mail produced last year!

Hold on to your hats, patient reader. Think of 100 million trees ground up each year to create these outputs, the equivalent of deforesting the entire Rocky Mountain Park every four months. Imagine nearly six million tons of paper waste which, in fact, end up in the U.S. municipal solid- waste stream, enough to fill 420,000 garbage trucks. If those trucks were to be parked bumper-to-bumper, they would extend from Santa Fe to Atlanta. Read More→

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Endtime for a Singular Arizona Author

Thursday, October 16th, 2014

“The future isn’t what it used to be”
–Charles Bowden (7/20/1945-8/30/2014)

photo_bishopBy James Bishop Jr.

He savored hikes deep into the Sycamore Wilderness. He treasured the Cottonwoods along the Verde and the elk antler he once spied under some leaves off the trail in West Beaver Creek. All the while, he wrote dozens of books- from Killing the Hidden Waters to Sicario The Autobiography of a Mexican Assassins. They are powerful tomes brimming with a fierce love for Arizona and the people who have left their mark on the land, the missions, developers, sacred rock art, as well as the wild borderlands and the drug lords he wrote to expose. Read More→

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Artists of Sedona, 1930-1999

Sunday, September 28th, 2014

By James Bishop, Jr.
(September 28, 2014) 

A culture is only as great as its dreams, and its dreams are dreamed by artists.
— Ron Hubbard (1911 – 1986)

photo_bishopOnce upon a time not so long ago  Sedona was a dusty little community of folk encircled by awe-inspiring  expanses of national and state lands and blessed with sunsets that often dissolve the hardest of hearts. No wonder that artists beginning in the 1930’s arrived from far and wide to create their dreams whether in paint, bronze, wood, music or dance. By 1980 it was widely regarded as a cultural mecca.

Today, the land still thrills and while it is no longer a little town, and tourist buses crowd the streets many of those artists are here:  Joella Jean Mahoney, Susan Kliewer and many others remain to dream dreams that enrich the culture—now featuring its very own book festival set for Saturday October 4th  at the Sedona Elks Lodge. There, books of all sorts will be on display including Gene K. Garrison’s Artists of Sedona 1930-1999, a long-awaited comprehensive compendium of interesting artists, many still alive, others such as Bob and Mary Kittredge and Nassan Gobran, departed for good. Read More→

By James Bishop Jr. and Kate Hawkes

Sedona AZ (August 16, 2014) – Red Earth Theatre and Sedona Recycles are creating a one-of-kind experience never seen before in Sedona and the Verde Valley. A clever, new, live theatre play, written and performed by locals will happen inside the Sedona Recycles Yard at 2280 Shelby.

Imagine the scene: one brings their own chair to sit among the bales in a venue one would never imagine could be a theatre space and there to share the spoken word, music, dance, and sheer energy of live performance. It could be life changing. One will always think of recycling with a visceral response right from their creative core. Simply shifting one’s imagination into a new paradigm (theatre in the recycling yard?) will be a sensed example of shifting thinking about how we live on this planet and use the resources available to us. Read More→

Is The Lone Ranger Returning?

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2014

By James Bishop Jr.
(June 3, 2014)

photo_bishopGive me silence, water, hope
Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes

As buzzards circled through the smoke above City Hall, a tourist from Maine mumbled to a lady of the night, “so this is what the end of the world looks like!” “Not so,” reported Josh, an expert member of the legendary, mythical Monkey Wrench Gang, “It’s just Ed. He said he come back, someday. He said he would settle for the sedate career, serene and soaring, of the humble turkey buzzard, the only known philosophizing bird.” Read More→

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Boom in Birdy Valley

Wednesday, April 16th, 2014

By James Bishop, Jr.
(April 16, 2014)

If I had to choose between airplanes or birds, I’d rather have birds
— Charles Lindbergh


So do more and more people everywhere, especially in The Verde Valley where birding has passed golf and is catching up with gardening as top pastimes. Birders, once regarded by many business interests as tree-hugging dirt worshipers are now being joined on birding adventures by those very same business interests.  With the Verde Valley Birding and Nature Festival looming on April 24-27 the merging of economic interests and nature’s gifts is music to Chip Davis, Yavapai County Supervisor, who told me years ago that “If we can just understand that preserving what’s important in nature can be an economic engine. Hopefully disappearing are those two opposing groups who contend that resource conservation is the enemy of business and economic growth and visa versa.”  It is time to celebrate what birding has brought to the Verde Valley. Across the nation, business and political interests have conservation programs under the gun. Here, once odd bedfellows share the glories of nature together—both with advertisements and birding itself. Read More→

A Whiskey-Golden Time

Monday, March 3rd, 2014

By James Bishop, Jr.

As soon as I enter the door of a tavern, I experience oblivion of care, and a freedom from concern…there is nothing which has yet to be contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced by a good tavern.
photo_bishop— Samuel Johnson, London, 1777

Sedona AZ (March 3, 2014) – The news spread faster than a Tea Party Lie. In legendary London, and in villages nearby, 7000 pubs are being closed—forever leaving local quaffers and boozers to face a dreaded, dryer future: No local community gathering place to have a nip, hear the gossip and bet a bit on Cricket.

Longtime Sedonans know that feeling, those that remember the Wrenwood, the old Rainbow, or the Turtle. Then there was the Lemon Peel started by Dick and Peggy Olsen, a young couple from New York City located near where Biddle’s Nursery stands today; the smell of popcorn always filled the air and a mesquite fire crackled in the fireplace whatever the weather outside. Most nights around midnight, the Olsens grilled rib-eye steaks, and a local performer always closed the evening by singing “God Bless America.” One night a local celebrity was in his cups at the bar, quaffing away when a stranger wandered in and asked Dick whether he was the town drunk. “No,” he replied. “Sedona is too small to have a town drunk. So we all take turns.” Read More→

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Thursday, January 30th, 2014

By James Bishop, Jr.
(January 30, 2014) 

photo_bishopMan invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.
Lily Tomlin (1939 – )

Day dies into night wrote the great Tertullian “and is everywhere buried in darkness…and yet again it revives, with its own beauty, its own dowry, the same as before, whole and unimpaired.”

Is that a fair description of Sedona? Read More→

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