Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Wayne2Wayne Memos To Myself

It is essential to have nothing to say...that, and to be able to spin from that nothing a web of infinite digression / #Wayne2Wayne

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

A Tweet

You can make sublime music with a single tone if you will allow the #mourningdove to be your #music #guru - #Wayne2Wayne / #birds

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

It is all of one fabric. #Wayne2Wayne

Ah Toy Speaks For The First Time In The Tale

Ah Toy spoke in many voices for she spoke with the voice of every woman and she spoke for the mute woman who had never spoken a word "It is hard, she said, the inborn intelligences of all who went before us, whether you are a woman or a man, you will carry this hard burden with you. Ah well, we begin well, for as children we were close in upon Divinity,and indeed had not yet stepped from within his house outward beneath a sky, perched upon dust."
She became silent. be continued....

A Bombay Tale

The general subject was shizophrenia and the particular subject was Bombay. The cawing of a big black crow. A whoosh from some source unidentified.
There was also in the air another stupendous topic-the cessation of certain phenomena immediately they enter into consciousness. The cawing of a pigeon in the crumbling courtyard, a cooing ceased in recognition and later reasserting in modest retrospect the aural shadow of its former song until crescendi on crescendi had brought the music in on lovely tidal arms.
It was a Scherzo at best; a bagatelle at worst.
The Military and Naval Stores and Restaurant yielded a cool CocaCola hits the spot sign but twelve full ounces had not yet reached these shores-except in the case of beer where the big bottle was the rule. be continued...
Gentle Reader! My dear, my very very dear Transparency.....
For how many years have I carried the words you have just read with me on tiny pages, scribbled in the tiniest script, in my wallet close to my pulsing blood.
Ah Toy had once turned these pages over with a fond hand.
Shall we get on with the story?
The walls of Bombay-its backways dead-ends. I knew them all; had covered the city by foot and made of myself her citizen. Who could forget Sorab Bharucha Road in postal district number five where the street came to a sudden end at the DEAD SLOW sign? be continued....

Friday, December 24, 2010

"OH CHRISTMAS TREE" by the Artist SER oil/collage

Wishing You Peace On Earth,
Good Will And Cheer
All Good Things
In The Coming Year

May Each Day
Be Merry And Bright
And Filled With Blessings
Every Night

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The String To Which Our World Is Tuned

At noon today in Oklahoma City the warning siren which signals a tornado will sound-it is a test that is ritualized every Saturday of the year.
The tone which signals the impending whirlwinds is very tense, and thus appropriate. It is the same tone, however, which the first violinist, the concertmaster, of every Symphony Orchestra on earth plays before the concert begins, and to which each and every member then tunes. It is the international concert pitch-and the a above middle c vibrates to 440 - Without getting into the science and technical terminology, let me just say this is a pitch tuned up to tension. All the earth's music vibrates to this tone-every genre.
It has not always been so.
Bach did not tune to this pitch.
Mozart did not tune to this pitch.
Beethoven and Schubert did not tune to this pitch.
Handel did not tune to this pitch.
The music of all these composers was pitched at a pitch lacking the tight pull of today's tension.
And yet we play their music "tuned up to tension."
It doesn't make sense - & yet if you were to attempt to discuss this you would be seen as tilting at windmills.
Exactly when was this world tuned up to the insanity of such tension? I'll tell you-It became official in 1939.
Let me know your thoughts.
p.s. I tune my piano to a=415

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Why Blog?

Why blog?
"That's a good question."
I believe that once I have an answer that satisfies me I will be as enchanted by, devoted to, and infatuated with blogging as I am by, to, and with twittering.
When you come right down to it (which is what I intend to do here after just a bit more beating about the bush) it's a question only you can answer.
It's your blog.
Blog about what pleases you in a way that pleases you.
And since what pleases me is to have the satisfaction of the sure knowledge that I have communicated with another (that would be you in this case) I have my answer in you! When you respond I know I have communicated. Although I realize that I may have communicated even though you do not respond, your response allows me actually to have the knowledge that I have been heard by another human being, that I have contributed something of value to another. I just love it when that happens.
I have my answer!
I am blogging to communicate.
I blog for the same reason I tweet.
For the same reason I write.
It is a vast distance from one human soul to another.
Let's communicate.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

We are all treasures here. Let us treasure one another. Let us also treasure ourselves. #Wayne2Wayne

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Friday, December 10, 2010

I Learn About Blogging From Reading Blogs

There is a Librarian who blogs about Marketing. Her name is Margie Clayman.
I really liked her blog and responded to a series of questions she asked with this comment:

1st off, I like this site. Why? Simplicity. Straightforward. Asks engaging questions. Doesn’t hint at a “secret” I don’t know and need to.
So, to the questions.
1. My picture is recent and a reasonable likeness. It’s of a guy on a telephone -talking/listening-Communicating. So the picture says here is a guy who is centered on Communicating. I love communicative engagement. There is high privilege in connecting with others about significant things.
2. the bio lays a lot out there – basics – what I like (birds, libraries, Mozart) where I’ve been to school (USC), what I do (make music)
3. I hope my tweets show I like to have some fun while getting my message out, and that I am not a stuffy old fart.
4. My blog, at this point, shows I am a mere beginner but am making an attempt.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to say these things.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

In Music Listening Is Everything

Learning To Listen
Listening is the first step.
Be aware of your awareness.
Levels of Awareness.

When we listen, we enter a universe of endless refractions, where energy patterns are mirrored fervently, moving the heart, the intelligence of cells.
We close our eyes and listen.

Hearing the same units repeatedly is excellent practical preparation for study and performance. (As a child I would listen over and over again to a recording of Beethoven's 5th Symphony-Soon I became aware that I was hearing the music inside my mind-I was "learning it by heart"-This is a natural process, requiring no training or skill. Every human being is born with the capacity to interiorize what has been repeatedly heard. 60 years later I recorded the complete Mozart Piano Sonatas and began to place the 5 CD sets in public school classrooms-They play in the environment-& children learn them by heart-I know this because when I visit the classrooms in which they have been playing, the children can hum Mozart's tunes-& they have no "musical training":-)

Music is to transform you.
Once you know this, you can never let go.

Music is activity in essence. It is the only mortal-originated phenomenon with the graces of nature's own elements-the chemistries of flowers and seeds, the sure harmonies of wolves and whales, the reassuring steady rhythms of the seas, and the beyond, always the endless, eternal beyond which is the divinity within each and every one of us.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Following The Sound Current Through With A Single Tone

The single tone is, in and of itself, sufficient for the making of music. Consider the singing of the mourning dove. Sometimes he indulges in a melody involving an interval (often a fourth) but always his song ends on the repetition of a single tone. At other times he simply confines his entire message to that single tone - How often I have entered that tone with him - and admired his "musicianship"! He does not just pump out a series of notes in the manner of some pianists playing Mozart's repeated tones as though they were written for what Mozart called a "mere mechanicus" to render. He creates with his single tone a world of dimensions, nuances, qualities, a world of emotion, energy, significance.
I believe the musician's very first and final task is to discover the infinitude of each and every tone encountered in each and every piece of music - and I believe the best way to begin this endless journey is to pay attention to the world of sound within which we actually live -
All this thought got me to thinking -
Consider the instances, in the music you listen to or play, where the composer makes use of the repeated tone -
The opening Bb of Chopin's Eb Major Waltz - like the flourish of a trumpet or the warbling of a great singer - The repeated D in the left hand of Beethoven's op. 28 Sonata - All the times Mozart gets on a note and plays with it in a way so entertaining, amusing, and tender at times, then so fierce, manic and furious at others -
Oh, and wait-There's more!-There is the whistling of the train, which-as Marguerite Young said in a fit of whimsy no doubt-is "the final human sound left upon this planet."

Monday, December 6, 2010

Ideas For a Map Of Music Seminar

I have been thinking about these 12 subjects of approach to the process of listening to & practicing music. Just putting them in front of me now to consider where to take each -

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Anais Nin - From the Blizzard of Purple Postcards A Snowflake

It is almost as though my Blog is a storage bin for fragments which are seeds of future writing - Through the gathering of bits, snippets, trinkets, scraps, I begin to see a magnificent tapestry in the making -
Here is yet another purple snowflake from what Anais called "the blizzard of our correspondence."
I find her handwriting easier to read in my blogposts than in the original, because they can be enlarged by a click or two - Try it and let me know please what you think.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

A Note On Vignettes From The Chinese In Montana

Well, we begin with a beheading befitting cinematic treatment and go on to some rather mortal musings on grasshoppers and trains - We have a lone woman at the bar, Graceful by name, and some literary allusions to Pliny and Hart Crane. Interesting enough in this latter day of Walmart and Hobby Lobby, of Target and Idiocracy, where it is common enough to be sure that the lowliest placed employee toiling in these Chinese Import Palaces sees the import in the otherwise startling question: "Have we lost our heads to China?" that these fragments should surface from all over the globe-They have come to you from Sweden, India, San Francisco, Eagle Point Oregon, and Algodones, New Mexico where many a page had been lost to the drifting snow-buried cornfields, many scattered through the Sangre de Cristo range, and some coming our way from Cupertino, headquarters of Apple. Startling what one might find when one has the gumption to take up the best advice ever offered mortals on this planet, to wit-
"Gather Up The Fragments That Remain That Nothing May Be Lost"
Tell me what you think of my Vignettes (previous post) - Wayne

Vignettes From The Chinese In Montana Recovered In Bombay

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

The depth and breadth of your faith is also your choice - #Wayne2Wayne

Friday, November 5, 2010

About "The Chinese In Montana" - A Novel

I began writing novel which was to become "The Chinese In Montana" in 1965. It's birth was greatly assisted by two midwifery literary ladies - Marguerite Young and Anais Nin. It was Marguerite who sent 100 pages of my manuscript to Anais who then "showed it around" as she was later to reveal. Those to whom she showed it included William F. Claire, the Editor of Voyages, Hiram Haydn, of Harcourt Brace & Editor of The American Scholar, and Henry Miller - The script drew high praise from these gentlemen, and I was greatly heartened to continue the work.
Here is a brief if somewhat enigmatic summation of this surrealistic sally as it appeared in a pamphlet published in India -

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Marguerite Young Makes Her Statement

Marguerite Young makes a major statement. Mute. Silent. A message free of words.

Marguerite Young In Montana

In 1965 Scribners published Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, a novel by Marguerite Young. This book changed my life, and my mode of experiencing reality. When I was teaching at Montana State University I thought how wonderful it would be if the students could have the benefit of her warm, loving, kind, exuberant genius. She journeyed from New York City to Bozeman Montana by train. When she disembarked all the porters aboard the train gathered round her and bid her the sort of goodbye you would expect them to extend only to a beloved friend. A great and gifted listener, she could tell each of their stories at the end of her journey.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Purple Blizzard - One Snowflake

Anais wrote of editing our letters for a book - "perhaps later" did not come - Mortality came - the final knock upon the door - and these purple postcards which she once characterized as "snowflakes in the blizzard of our correspondence" - and a precious children's book which she created from plain white paper cut into sections and which she entitled "It Looks Like Snow" -

Anais Nin - A Declaration Of Friendship

In 1968 The Duane Schneider Press published some Unpublished Selections from The Diary, in a limited edition of 125 copies - Anais sent me a copy and this is her inscription:

A Child's Gift Of Color - From Kindergarten Of The Stars

From the Kindergarten Of The Stars where each and every child-mind is recognized as dwelling in the assembly hall of the Supreme Intelligence comes this Gift of Color.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Following The Sound Current

Being watchful of your own awareness will pay dividends in your music-making.
One of the greatest adventures for the musician is simply following the sound-current.
All the world is making a mantra for our listening.
Trains, birds, traffic, alarms, swooping wind, falling rain and plashing fountains, dogbark, cicada roar, all conspire to chant the sublime harmony of the aural tapestry which I call the sound-current.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Guest Post By Anais Nin

"Dust - How wonderful this theme! - Endless!"

Fragments, Scraps, Strands, Tissues, Crumbs, Dust

In the early 1970s I began communications with the Government of India to allow me to stay for one year - It was not an easy thing to do at that time - I had secured a grant from the American Institute of Indian Studies funded by the U.S. State Department to research musical dimensions of ancient Sanskrit texts and was at work on an essay with the working title "A Map Of Music - Strange Dimensions Of Politics and War" - it was more of a surrealistic manifesto than a scholarly paper - This is a page from my Notebooks of that time - c. 1972 "No abrogation" (is that really a word?) " a ready-made system designed to clone types." I believe that must have meant I was questioning the necessity to take into account the "authority" of Swamis, pandits, and others who knew much more about the subject than myself. Over the past few decades I have learned that the only authorities I need trust are resident within my own heart. Wayne

Saturday, October 16, 2010

On Prayer

I believe prayer is our one recourse here as we journey from out of the thought of the Divine Mind and go through the “strange eventful history” of life on earth. I believe we can pray anywhere, and anytime, to the God of our understanding. I also know that prayer is not the same as a petition or wish-list, but the true desire of our hearts, and that it is always granted. It is of things bigger than we can conceive, and has nothing to do with whether or not a ball goes through a hoop or we win or lose an election-God’s will for us is always for our good and harmonious unfolding-It’s always o.k. to pray for his will to be done on earth, as it is in Heaven-and as we are so constructed as to mirror this “Heaven-Earth” pattern, if we listen, his will is being done. I don’t claim to know what it is I just said, but it’s what I have in my heart at this moment about “prayer.” Wayne

Friday, October 15, 2010

Wayne2Wayne Memos To Myself

Worry & success do not drink from the same cup- #Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

The great yonder of infinity lies within you. #Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

We must be guided by the rule of faith, for despair is insanity. #Wayne2Wayne //

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Letter from Anais Nin May 23 1972

When Anais was unable to fulfill her speaking and other assignments she often suggested that I go as a substitute. Some, of course, were understandably reluctant to accept this, but others listened to her, as when I stepped in to conduct a writing workshop at the Mann Ranch in California - I began recording tapes especially for her during this time - she loved Bach most - and Rupert built her a "music room" - he later let me know that it was as if I was in the room playing for her. I would like to hear these recordings again sometime-They are not in the archives at the UCLA Library since all that material is prior to 1965 - If anyone knows where they are, I would appreciate knowing.
The handwritten manuscript mentioned in this letter was a large portion of my "Chinese In Montana" novel, pages I never received back, and they, too, exist in some archive as yet unknown to me-at one point they were in the Brooklyn bank vault where the Diaries were stored, but that is all I know at this point. I'll have to re-construct them from memory, perhaps...."Ah life! It exceeded imagination." Thanks to Marguerite Young for that expressive summation.

Wayne2Wayne Memos To Myself

The more I use language, the more I believe in music. #Wayne2Wayne /

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

One Library System - 17 Mozart Piano Sonatas

Libraries across the country have presented my performances of the 17 Mozart Piano Sonatas - I would love to bring these Great Piano Masterworks to your community.

I believe in Libraries. I believe in Piano Masterworks.

I believe in Libraries. I believe in Music. And I believe in bringing the two together.
I believe that our Public Libraries are the best possible venues for the realization of the master composers' intent that their music be heard by everyone - When you read the words of Bach, Mozart, & Beethoven they make this unmistakably clear - Whether it is Bach telling us that his Preludes & Fugues are meant to bring us spiritual refreshment, or Mozart taking such delight in hearing his 7th Sonata being whistled & hummed by a gardener, or Beethoven using the words of the poet to convey his intent - "Here's a kiss for all the world."
Our Public Libraries embody the true significance of the word "inclusive."
I love performing great piano masterworks for library audiences.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

What a high privilege - communicating to other human beings on a real basis about significant things - #Wayne2Wayne

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Vignettes From The Chinese In Montana Recovered In Bombay

Mumbai was still Bombay when the "Vignettes" were recovered there-Here is a continuation of this material published by the Dabholkar Press, Mahatma Gandhi Road, Poona, India

May 16 1972 - Letter From Anais Nin

Farewell to Miss MacIntosh - From The Novel

Where there was only water, the firmament laid upon the firmament, I should remember her as the lonely heart of all, even as she had been in that last month where the old values had shifted before my eyes, the old certainties had been broken and like the waves wandering and tossed as the sorrows of the human heart were enlarged beyond nature...Her hands busy or folded at the wound where the breast was missing, she would sit still by the window, wrapped in those memories beyond the province of sense, but then, suddenly bethinking herself of her common sense which had been so lavish, must stir, move, cry out. And there was nothing certain but, at last, her baldness which had ever been hers from the beginning, from the first day to the last and the outgoing of the morning and the outgoing of the evening when she should be seen no more but as the essential loneliness of every mortal heart and soul and body when each must go alone even upon the wings of the wind, even upon the tide which does not return. (885-86)

From "Miss MacIntosh, My Darling"

What motive in this quest but the search for life, for love, for truth that does not fail? I had come because of my own heart's need for an answer. I had come because of the searchings of other souls, the dead, the lost, because of a chance remark overheard on the city streets, because of the encompassing darkness, because of my mind which had been filled with self, because I must find my way from the darkness to the ultimate light. I had come because of a dead girl's love letters scattered on the floor of her empty bedroom, the palm leaves crossed above the marble mantel piece, her rosary hanging on a brass bedpost, because of her suicide, because of a deaf musician, because of a drunkard's celestial dream of childhood, because of the answers not heard, because of a blind man's groping for his coffee cup at an all-night quick-lunch stand on the fog-shrouded waterfront of that great harbor city as he had asked of his companion -- When shall the light, Peter, enter my soul? (MMMD, 8)

Marguerite Young - The Alchemist Who Turned Scraps Into Masterworks

These are scraps from the letters of Marguerite Young - When you visited her at home (which was quite rare, a whimsically granted "audience" with her dolls- "And this is Martha Washington & here are Gertrude Stein, and Alice B. Toklas, so, you see, everything turns out just fine after all....") scraps from the alchemist who created the great American novel which the New York Times heralded as a masterwork-saying it made such writers as Norman Mailer look like a motorcycle gang trying to prove a sort of literary masculinity-They were jealous of Marguerite, for they knew she was the great voice of American literature in the 20th century, and the history of literature would bear this out....Truman Capote called her "the cow"-but he knew who she was...a writer of much loftier stature than himself, and by far....So a few pages of my blog dedicated to this modest, Hoosier genius.

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

It requires strength & will to assert your own confidence in yourself to yourself. Do it now. #Wayne2Wayne

Friday, October 1, 2010

We Are Here To Celebrate The Refusal To Despair

Anais says "I love your insight: refusal to despair."
Later she would take this phrase as the theme for her lectures. I remember her quiet entrance onto the stage - Lifting her hands, arms extended, palms up, she seemed to lift the entire audience to their feet as she said, in the quietest of voice -

Anais Nin Chose Me To Substitute For Her Writing Workshop

During her final illness, Anais was not able to meet some of her appointments - Here is a letter she wrote to the director of the Mann Ranch Seminars in Ukiah, California - I was handed the enormous responsibility of being the "substitute guide" in her Workshop For Writers - It turned out to be a magical weekend, just on the eve of my departure for India where I was for a year Senior Fellow of the Institute For Advanced Studies at Deccan College in Pune, under a grant from the U.S. State Department -

New Harmony Indiana Note From Marguerite Young

Marguerite seldom dated her letters, but this one contains two - note the missing year on both - August 26 is her birthday. There would be a celebration-5 people to celebrate Marguerite's 65th birthday at Anais Nin's Washington Square home in the Village. New Harmony refers to the subject of Marguerite's first book of prose "Angel In The Forest" - I was visiting New Harmony when this letter was written.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

The "Divine Within" is the great adventure. #Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

Believe it and expect it and your subconscious mind will bring it to pass. What "it" is-THAT is your choice.#Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

When Truth supports Passion you can proceed without fear. #Wayne2Wayne

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Music & Metaphysics - Ph.D. Dissertation USC Synopsis

Music and metaphysics
by Wayne McEvilly.

Published 1963

About the Book

An essay on the experience of music as transcendence. The power of music to unite the yearning of the human heart and mind with the beloved Being from whom the incarnate entity, the immortal soul within the mortal body, feels separated. The primacy of sound vibration as organized by master metaphysically oriented composers brings us face to face with the Being that is reality, and that is our selves.

Wayne2Wayne - Memos to Myself

Beauty is the key - #Wayne2Wayne

Monday, September 27, 2010

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

Placing credence in anything other than the "Divine Within" lands you in the lap of superstition - #Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

I remind myself daily - Everyone you encounter bears about with them a heavy burden - #Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

Set up your own Space Program - Explore Inner Space - Do it now - #Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

The great yonder of infinity lies within you.#Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

Beauty is not a luxury - It is a necessity for a human life. #Wayne2Wayne

Wayne2Wayne - Memos To Myself

Once you've stated "Here I stand!" don't move, don't falter-don't even flinch. #Wayne2Wayne

Saturday, September 25, 2010

From My Notes For A Metaphysical Study of Anais Nin

Anais Nin Letter June 3, 1972

Henry James said of the writer's condition-"It is absolute solitude. Don't go looking for it. If it seeks you..."
Here is a most extraordinary document from Anais - I have kept these letters in trust to her wishes that I publish none of them until 30 years after her death - I will write about this one extensively in a later post - The subject is one on which Anais Nin & Marguerite Young did not share a like mind.
Two of the characters in my novel "The Chinese In Montana" - Ah Toy & The Princess Tata - embody these two opposing points of view - But enough of that - Here is the letter -

My Writing Enters Anais Nin's Book

Friday, September 24, 2010

Marguerite Young - from Miss MacIntosh, My Darling

She had cried outside many gates of stillness where only her own voice had cried back to her, bouncing like the echo, little doubt, or like a ball, and sometimes she had heard that echo of which there had been no voice as there had been no shadow of her, and she had knocked at many doors which had not opened to her knocking, and some said that she was only the shadow and thus did not recognize herself, for the shadow knew not the substance although the substance knew the shadow, and some said that there had never been a lady but this lady who was lost and wandering through mountain storms where wandered also the sails of yachts white as that snow through which they wandered from pole to pole -- but how much more successful she had been in her failure than if only one door had opened to her knock. She had not been committed to one destiny. Who heard the knock of her dead heart? Success would have limited her as if with a golden compass had been drawn an arc omitting all but her path between two stars, but failure left many questions unanswered, or so it seemed to the old lawyer in that still house where he had been of two opinions, of two minds as to the door -- (MMMD, 652)

America's Great Writer

Here she is. Marguerite Young. To read her "Miss MacIntosh, My Darling" is to know you are in the presence of a literary voice that will resound over all recorded time.

"The Imperial Hotel No Longer Exists" - Anais Nin

Anais wrote to me on beautiful paper from all over the world - Here is part of the 7th page from a letter which began "The Imperial Hotel No Longer Exists" - I inscribed the phrase on the wall of my writing room on the third floor of my Victorian mansion in Bozeman, Montana where "The Chinese In Montana" came to be born. Marguerite Young slept in this room (the George Washington of American literature slept here!) and was enchanted by the spirits hosted there-She was always being visited by Henry James or Martha Washington or Gertrude Stein or the last of the carrier pigeon breed. "We are all orphans here" she would say in a most whimsical fashion.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Anais Nin translates my Chinese In Montana

The Tale Behind The Tale Of The Chinese In Montana

It is a long and circuitous tale, the tale of the tale behind the tale of The Chinese In Montana - Taking a winding, circuitous, one might venture saying even a devious and crooked course, oblivious to time, careless of space, the telling of it intrigues me even still, and more so than when the plot first hatched in the snow country of Montana. I shall tell it over time, and it shall remain timeless.
Gentle reader!
My dear, darling Transparency.
There is much to follow.

Vignettes From The Chinese In Montana

Vignettes From The Chinese In Montana

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Purple Postcards from Anais Nin

Anais & I spoke of these purple postcards as "snowflakes" in the blizzard of our correspondence

Letter From Rupert Pole - My Music in Anais's "Music Room"

Tuesday, September 14, 2010