Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
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
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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 -
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
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.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
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
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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?) "..to 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
Friday, October 15, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
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.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
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
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.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Anais says "I love your insight: refusal to despair."
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 -
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
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Music and metaphysics
by Wayne McEvilly.
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.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Henry James said of the writer's condition-"It is absolute solitude. Don't go looking for it. If it seeks you..."
Friday, September 24, 2010
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)
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.