Hello Patti, a few days ago I got a call from my local second-hand book store saying my book was in. I couldn't remember which book it was and they said it was a book i requested in 2018, 'Spy of the First Person' by Sam Shepherd. I was a bit gobsmacked and delighted, I couldn't believe they had kept that note on hand all those years. Holding it now, thin and yet full of sensuous moments, reflected voices and places appearing like horns blowing in the distance. I will read it slowly like last words deserve to be devoured.
Thank you for your wonderful brain and magnificent words. I really needed inspiration tonight. I left my husband and am raising my kids and a bucolic Basset Hound on my own in a rickety but lovely old Victorian house, circa 1888. I realize that listening to you and PJ Harvey on vinyl may help me feel stronger. Every day I have to dig deep to keep fighting the man who knocked me up with my beautiful kids and then let us all down so profoundly. Moving forward with strength is hard. I’m finding inspiration is the only way through. With love from Toronto, ready to begin again.
This piece is so beautiful and moving. The feelings and words stir memories of special friendships I wished I had. As a person who lives in a realm on the edge of fantasy, I loved that this kind of friendship exists in the 3D world. Thank you for sharing, I am stirred.
« ….He sang in those mountains by a bonfire, old songs written by broken men in love with their own vanishing nature. Wrapped in blankets he slept under the stars adrift on Magellanic Clouds. »
I played Cavalle in Cowboy Mouth in a small Denver theater in the early 80s. It was the start of my life long love affair with both of you. Thank you for sharing this wonderful memorial with the rest of us.
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One of the greatest play writes ever. He, and his contributions to our artistic landscape are truly missed and cannot be overstated.
Hello Patti, a few days ago I got a call from my local second-hand book store saying my book was in. I couldn't remember which book it was and they said it was a book i requested in 2018, 'Spy of the First Person' by Sam Shepherd. I was a bit gobsmacked and delighted, I couldn't believe they had kept that note on hand all those years. Holding it now, thin and yet full of sensuous moments, reflected voices and places appearing like horns blowing in the distance. I will read it slowly like last words deserve to be devoured.
So beautiful. Written only as one would blessed by the love of true friendship.
Thank you for your wonderful brain and magnificent words. I really needed inspiration tonight. I left my husband and am raising my kids and a bucolic Basset Hound on my own in a rickety but lovely old Victorian house, circa 1888. I realize that listening to you and PJ Harvey on vinyl may help me feel stronger. Every day I have to dig deep to keep fighting the man who knocked me up with my beautiful kids and then let us all down so profoundly. Moving forward with strength is hard. I’m finding inspiration is the only way through. With love from Toronto, ready to begin again.
This piece is so beautiful and moving. The feelings and words stir memories of special friendships I wished I had. As a person who lives in a realm on the edge of fantasy, I loved that this kind of friendship exists in the 3D world. Thank you for sharing, I am stirred.
Such eloquence! Your elegy
« ….He sang in those mountains by a bonfire, old songs written by broken men in love with their own vanishing nature. Wrapped in blankets he slept under the stars adrift on Magellanic Clouds. »
I played Cavalle in Cowboy Mouth in a small Denver theater in the early 80s. It was the start of my life long love affair with both of you. Thank you for sharing this wonderful memorial with the rest of us.
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I remember hearing some beautiful traditional Irish music on my honeymoon in Dublin at The Cobblestone. Great article Patti!
So beautifully written about your dear friend.:)
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Good photograph by David Gahr.
Lovely
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