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> -----Original Message-----
> From: "Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit
> [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf
> Of Leland Torrence
> Sent: Sunday, March 16, 2003 6:02 PM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Absolute Zero
>
>
> John,
> I am impressed, but where is the option key?
> Leland
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: "Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit
> [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf
> Of John Callan
> Sent: Sunday, March 16, 2003 11:19 AM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Windham College
>
>
> My location for the degree mark is the asterix with the option and
> shift key down°°°°°°°°°°°. I think it may change depending on which
> font you are using...but I'm satisfied that I rememberd it at all.
> When I forget it takes a long long time to find it again.
>
> -jc
>
> On Sunday, March 16, 2003, at 06:56 AM, Leland Torrence wrote:
>
> > Now there's the ][<en I know. You must ramble more
> often.
> > And how do you find the long and short marks on the computer key
> > board? Oh, and while we're at it, where is the little circle for
> > degrees?
> > Thanks for reminding me of Vachel Lindsey. I
> enjoyed a good
> > read this morning after reading your post. My father used
> to read him
> > aloud to us but then he sailed from Byzantium and got mired
> in his own
> > Prufrock.
> > Terra Dactyl
> >
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: "Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit
> > [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Ken
> > Follett
> > Sent: Saturday, March 15, 2003 7:07 PM
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > Subject: Re: Windham College
> >
> >
> > John,
> >
> > I'm not disappointed with either of our outcomes. Though the other
> > night when I woke up suddenly at 2:25 AM with a start
> dreaming that
> > loading the shotgun in the closet and blowing my head off might be
> > beneficial to the family... mind you, this is not catastrophic
> > suicidal but a measure of personal engagement with the
> outcome of not
> > wanting to let my friends or family down... the stress
> caused me to
> > pause long enough to wonder what the f*ck this is all
> about! Christ,
> > John, ask Jim Hicks if I am not suffering from am
> unshakeable belief
> > that I am responsible for the well being of the entire universe.
> >
> > Always willing to assist in the development of good character.
> >
> > Yeah. I sat directly across from Allen at table for a lunch at the
> > Rockland County Community College and had a pleasant chat with his
> > humbleness for close to an hour before he went on to his reading.
> > Meeting him was one of the goals of my youth. He was
> wearing a suit
> > and tie and he was not what I had expected. Prior to that I
> had seen
> > him performing at an anti-war rally in Washington. Meeting
> him was a
> > turning point in my de-mythologizing of the hero. It was
> also when I
> > found out that young muscular stonemasonry bucks eating lunch with
> > famous old poets would attract ditzy female poets with large
> > gazoongas. Though I enjoy his early work, particularly Howl and
> > Kaddish, his later work I feel got a bit flaccid and he was
> running on
> > fumes. He wrote a poem about a green terra cotta building
> in Manhattan
> > that I recall was very moving... Sharpshooter will know the
> building.
> > Ginsberg remains a character that I am curious about, the
> full extent
> > of his career and how much of a pure businessman he was about
> > promoting his group, the beats. He was damned sharp about
> business and
> > promotion. He was still busy promoting the beats when I met
> him. I was
> > tagging on the heals of a lesser known beat, Charlie
> Plymell, an old
> > friend of his. Plymell turned out to be a manic-depressive
> coke head
> > with all sorts of emotional and anger control problems.
> Charlie's wife
> > Pamela was the daughter of Sylvia Beach, a publisher of
> James Joyce.
> > Sylvia ran around with a French guy named Claude Peleu (sp)
> Washburn
> > who was a real whacka-do. I also met and spent some time with Ray
> > Bremser who at that point was totally strung out and near
> the end of
> > his life. It was not long before we could not stomach Charlie --
> > particularly after he decided that I was the Ken Follett
> that had just
> > got a $35,000 advance on my first novel and that I was not
> sharing --
> > and we split that scene. The fact that Ginzberg died is more
> > significant to me than the death of Mr. Rogers. Anyone that
> would piss
> > on the desk of a dean at Columbia, apocryphal or not, has got my
> > interest. Where is our Ginsberg now? The man legitimized
> the left and
> > most certainly poetisized politics. I regret though that I
> did not ask
> > him about his meeting with Ezra Pound. And there is one thing that
> > sticks in my mind which is Ginsberg talking about losing
> ourselves to
> > the point that we not only relenquish our belongings,like a
> > transitorized Marcus Aurelieus, but that we may even approach the
> > consciousness of losing our name. I've been out to look
> toward that
> > place of silence and losing name and feel that without going there
> > that we will never quite be whole with ourselves. Sort of
> akin to the
> > strategy that Zen poetics -- snap bang --
> >
> > My favorite encounter with a famous poet was going to a reading of
> > Robert Creeley in Buffalo. The reading was at a small
> coffee & new-age
> > donut shop kind of place with mint tea and incense so we
> all sat on
> > wooden folding chairs and it was real close. Early in the
> afternoon on
> > a Saturday. I like to sit up front. Creeley was late, real
> late. We
> > had driven a long long way to see him. He showed up drunk
> and brought
> > his own six of beer. He proceeded to wobble around in his
> chair and
> > mumble and curse at us, pop his cans and drink beer.
> Finally I told
> > him that if he could not give us any poetry at least he
> could share
> > his f*ckin beer. He was not in a mood to share and we left.
> As far as
> > I can tell the guy has written one really good poem. He should be
> > happy.
> >
> > My disappointment was when I did not get to actually see Borges. He
> > was speaking at NYU and I drove into town from Westchester after
> > working all day. DUe to circumstances beyond my ambition we
> ended up
> > spending too much time in a friggin pizza parlor and by the
> time our
> > friend got us to the gig we had to stand outside and listen
> to Borges
> > over an intercom.
> >
> > Today and yesterday my favorite poet is Vachel Lindsey.
> >
> > Tell Patrick that if he wants to meet someone famous that he should
> > listen to you about getting an education... and when the
> time is right
> > you can tell him that all you got to do is have the b*lls to say,
> > Hello, how are you? Nice weather, you know." Problem we got
> here these
> > days with industrialized celebrity is that the famous
> people to meet
> > are usually very shallow. Who wants to really meet Donald Trump or
> > Michael Jackson?
> >
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