Letter postmarked November 1, 1982
from Long Beach, CA
...and a page of calligraphy
I have been wanting to tell you about your last letter: it was splendid,
fine, full of all kinds and bits and pieces of information about you and
your present whereabouts and your quest and your search...... Yes, it
was most welcome news, all of it.
But now we are on the threshold of winter, are we not? When days get longer,
and longer, and better and better, and grayer and.... Well, I like this
season very much. Except in the early early morning when I have to go
out to run in ElDorado Park, and it is cold-cold, and damp-damp. Even
the birds fly with one eye closed against the falling fog. But enough
of all this complaining. I love it. At least I do once I get warmed up
enough to move.
I wonder if you are working at the Broadway now during its annual calamity
[holiday] sale? You sound to me to have a very active life without being
at the Broadway too, but then could they survive the season without you?
You might ask them that sometime.
Now that you have gone from here [CSULB], I can't find anyone from your
class around anymore. David Alvin is probably the most famous one of you
right now. He is the composer and performer of the Blasters. He and his
brother [Phil]--well, they are famous. They are also very, very talented
and interesting musicians.
But then so are you in your own way, aren't you? You are a sensitive poet,
a fine photographer. I especially enjoy visual puns, like that DERAIL:
ORANGES one [of the Sunkist packinghouse]. And the store front [from Little
Tokyo in Los Angeles]. And the garden. Yes, they are nice photographs.
So what else is new? Nothing really. I enjoy hearing from you, knowing
that things are well. Actually you sound happier now that you have left
this campus. That is nice to hear. Well, it may be a bit of a blow to
one's academic ego, but one should[n't] have an academic ego to begin
with, should he? You are better off there in Orange and in Oranges.
My eye falls on what you wrote in your letter: In emptiness there is good
and no evil. And that is true, that is right. It may in fact be all of
God that I know anything about, and it is enough, more than enough, because
it is everything. So aren't you the beautiful one to have quoted it to
me on this gray, damp Saturday afternoon? Yes. Yes, you are.
Oh, sorry about them [California] Angels [baseball team]. Sorry. Next
time? Sure. Why not?
And I copied out something from the Tao-te-Ching for you.
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