Pandora’s Box
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
My successor was never able to put it all together. And I’m afraid I may never be able to supply her the final missing piece.
Sister Smile
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
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I’ve been playing this record over and over and over. It’s so infectious…
A Young Man Named Bob Dylan
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
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Here’s another young man I predict will go far:
Sad Sylvia Plath
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
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A poet in England but not English herself killed herself today. Poets are always killing themselves. But she should not have done it in front of the children.
It’s going to be a strange year.
Peter Yarrow, Paul Stookey, Mary Travers
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
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I’m practicing this song on my guitar, just like Father John.
The Wheel of Fortune
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
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Even though he’s not here, I read Dick’s cards today. The Wheel turned up again in the hopes/fears position.
He’s in a very strange place right now.
A Bit of Home Cooking
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
Poor Dick, he looks like he needs a good home-cooked meal.
Not Meditations In an Emergency
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I loved the poem Dick sent me. It was so beautiful but so sad. Such a young man, the same age as Dick. I prefer this poem, “Having a Coke with You”:
A Japanese Picture of Spring
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
Happy springtime! It was a lovely day to do the town… Dick took me to a special lunch of Japanese raw fish, then we went to see a gallery showing of some very interesting prints from the 19th century. The title of this one is “Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife”. They call it shunga, which means a picture of spring. I suppose spring means something else in Japan…? Dick tells me a copy is hanging in the office of his (I mean Don’s) boss, Bertram Cooper. Oh my. He bought me a small print, I think I’ll turn it into a lampshade for the bedroom.
Sukiyaki
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
What a sweet song. Being that we’re in California, we get all the latest music from Japan right away.
In the Hall of the Mountain King
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The little Simpson boy is progressing very nicely!
High Flight
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
I feel so reassured hearing this every night in bed with a man I love.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space—
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
—John Gillespie Magee Jr (1922-1941)
Dick Whitman is Back
Posted by: The Memetrix on: 1948-1968
It’s so wonderful to have my dear friend around again.
