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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