| My
Dear Maxine,
I
have a few matters for you (as you once were kind, and I've always cherished
simple acts of kindness)...
First
off, I believe that I've already granted you permission to use anything
that I've written you for your own creative purposes (excepting, of course,
those "alleged works" of mine own). If not, well you have it in writing
now...
I've
attached the new poem (working title, "In Praise of Manjushri's Glorious
Name," or something overstated like that), "tsongkhapa_dalai.doc"; still
in draft form of course--but after reading ther ecent controversy I've
realized that with computer work I don't save my drafts--the "cut and paste"
feature, while incredibly convenient, takes away the earlier structure
(or lack thereof)...
As
a lowly telemarketer, I don't get any comps for BQ opening night (but I
may be able to crash the party after running the shift for Terry, who does
get to go). Please find a way to catch it at some point in the seven week
run (I'm going with Kathy on Dec. 1); the actors look real good--especially
Michelle [O`]Moraine, whose stills give quite an impression. Article today
about "improv" sessions to get them into character, the director, Mr. Richard
Seyd, said he actually liked the matter as a matter assisting (myself,
of course, as we all know, far too prone to improvisation...methinks I
still hear someone somewhere groaning about my "latest")
Yes,
yes, yes, I will tell you what the big deal was about my seeing
the Dalai in Pasadena: I'd vowed to give him his "phowa" empowerment (as
I'd done, a few months back, for the monks attendant to Ananda in the City
at the "Vajrakiliya" empowerments he so wonderfully "hosted"). And, too,
I'd promised Lama Kunga to do said matter--he our modern day "Tsongkhapa"
ensuring pristineness of protocols...
The
blessing is quite wonderful to witness--a huge black diamond shape, a cross
between a jewel and a phurba, with an (added) edge of light...The latter
part provided, in half, by "an important Knowledge Woman [who knows full
well who she is]."
Besides
that one for the Dalai (and to lesser degrees of worthiness, other
monks on the stage as attendents), a "bonus" one was bestowed (by
the Heavenly Grace of Spiritual Merit So Obtained)...
The
Wish-Fullfilling Jewel...
In
all grand splendour, through the mindfullness of my granting "a blessing,"
then becoming just as awestruck as others who "witnessed," a giant gem
glittering from many facets appeared over the Teaching Throne just prior
to the Dalai seating himself on said matter...
One
may think what one will, but the esoteric will always know...
To
close (for now) I'll remind you that yes, I still have "mooning cocker
spaniel eyes" over the prospect of a "real date" with you, and, too, I
await your word on when and where to read (loving you still for your sweet
and kind attempts to see me published, a matter for which I will wait for
your efforts to be successful)...
always
loving you,
Tom
P.S.
At K[.]'s insistence I'm attempting a coupla freelance articles--one, in
particular, about the "p.c." degradation of Celtic culture at the cynical
hands of some Irish "shcuk and jive" plantations of olde! collaborator-types...
Oh,
and yes, I have new ideas for the play, the play..., a section in which
"O.G." claims black people never get any respect--i.e., "when they gave
us a street, for Dr. King, did we get a fancy "Ave-ah-new"? Hell no! We
got a measly "boulevard"...One Latino comments about "hey, we gotta "Cesar
Chavez Avenue in l.A., man" ...O.G. sya, "Ya see what I mean!" ...Mr. Big
says, "Well, brother, I don't want to be the one to break the bad news
to you, but in Oakland, we micks are getting a fucking alleyway for our
great-hearted warrior, Gerry Adams, and the two-faced politicians are even
trying to weasel outta that tidbit scrap from the table"...Speed [or the
musician, Chuck/Flattop?] chiming in with, "Yeah, in San Francisco, all
they gave the King of the Beats, Jack Kerouac, is this dinky-ass back street
full of garbage cans and bums' piss... |