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Dear Ralph and Caroline,
Thanks for having us over, to visit with you
and to see the old stalwarts Emmett and Judy again. The younger set among the Yoshiokans ("of,
in, or from the Yoshiokas") are certainly attractive kids. I'll tell you, if that little Candy
can ever get over being disconsolate at being left by the larger Yoshiokans she may turn out to
be a real sweetheart.
I say, Caroline, your pots are beginning to
have a very definite and professional look about them. I really hope you have almost as much time
as you really want to commune with your clay in the environment made especially for you to do
that. With that coyote and those odd but lovable pups outside to make audible comments about how
you ought to proceed, I can only assume that the influences immediately surrounding you will add
a certain optimistic but droll quality to your work.
Question: Does Heather's use of "Ralph" and
"Caroline", as opposed to the more familiar and tender familial terms, indicate another state
in the quest for independence, a passing fancy, a studied policy, or what? Not that it's a big
deal, but I'm a bit curious. (As always, I suppose).
Incidentally, Waldo sends his greetings. Moreover,
that sometimes pesky turtle has been worrying me to send you a copy of his latest song. (Someday
he'll probably get around to adding music to it, though I wouldn't put it past him to forget.)
I'm not at all certain, but I think there is a small chance that this represents an improvement
over his inventions and some of the money-making schemes he's had recently. Certainly his all-female
shell-less turtle review didn't net him, or anyone else, anything; and his surprise non-retractable
rectal thermometer didn't exactly endear him to the A.M.A. I'll keep watching him, though, because
someday he may actually hit on a decent idea.
In a more "right now" practical plane, I must
tell you that Seidelia actually managed to claw her way through our balcony screen door. I had
that funny sensation that someone else was in the room, and lo and behold there was the dour desert
tortoise giving me a baleful eye from the top of a stack of scores. Seriously, we are considering
giving her to a home for foundling tortoises - such things actually exist, since they're an endangered
species - (that "seriously" part doesn't mean, incidentally, that Seidelia didn't actually trash
our screen door: it's all too true!) - but I am somewhat loathe to do it. I'd miss that marvelously
taciturn and self-contained creature, and I confess to taking some mildly perverse delight in
watching B's reactions when Seidelia makes our balcony into a defecatorium.
Profuse thanks, once again, for inviting us
to "Napoleon". Corny, probably, a bit creaky, and all the rest, but it was damned exciting. I
think all the super-heavy laying on of symbols, the almost self-conscious use of "new" camera
techniques, the overacting - all of it - finally accomplishes what Gance wanted, but for different
reasons than he probably imagined. It all makes one so conscious of the medium that it gains the
kind of potency which a truly objective artifact can have. Like Stravinsky's "Rake" opera, if
you take my meaning . It gains from the unreality which pervades the whole - there is so much
about it which can't be taken too seriously that any reservations about the meaning of the whole
are sort of swept away. I was ready to hope that Napoleon would come out on top in the subsequent
five epic films - those which weren't made!
About THE BOOK OF FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE, you'll
just have to forgive what must seem to you to be my insensitivity. The printing is glorious, the
paper beautiful if a bit "over-much", and the writing, what little of it I read, very pretentious.
I am much more impressed with his visual imagery, when he's actually dealing with concretes and
treating what he does as a craftsman, than I am with his prose. But you know by now, that I am
unsympathetic to verbal knots, hard-core belief in utopias, and the like. I think we have to be,
in one sense, light as feathers, able to leap over mental chasms for the hell of it - while not
being committed to their existence. What a tragedy it would be if reincarnation actually existed!
What greater cause for despair than the thought that I, or anyone else, were nothing more than
another sheet on the endless toilet paper roll. Immortality? That's an especially frightening
concept, though at several levels we all seem to crave it. Imagine, always having to be and never
really being able to set "Fine" at the end of it.. Better to be gobbled up by Castaneda's eagle,
as long as you are able to lacerate his tonsils on the way down! But any system, even a good one,
has to have some kernel of truth in it- so let us say that I can see why you're attracted to the
kernel while not understanding why you are also enamored of the big indigestible cob.
Incidentally, who is it that forbids the knowledge
contained in that book? How can it be forbidden and at the same time be printed, albeit in a limited
edition? Or is it so named because it helps it all to sound vaguely arcane? None of that argues
for or against any truth, or lack of it, in anything contained therein, of course. But it does
bespeak the mind-set represented, you see. The cards ought to be sold separately. They're the
most impressive thing about the project.
But presuming there's some latitude in the
great beyond, perhaps we'll all be able to visit Odin and Thor, and perhaps I can visit you in
your black hole or in someone else's vagina, or wherever, and you can make an occasional foray
into my heaven. Let me tell you, I have a very specific set of requirements for my heaven in some
areas! First of all, there's one Hell of an orchestra there, and transister radios are verboten.
If booze and sex and really good music, not commercial shit or sandbox stuff, isn't there, then
it wouldn't be worth having. Off in the wings somewhere will be a special purgatory for "Ohm"
sayers, complete with a few Jerry Falwell types to apply the whips in case anyone forgets his
mantra: that will provide Jerry with a certain amount of pleasure, of course. For his penance
he will be obliged to continue huckstering his bibles with no prospects of ever receiving any
donations, nor will he ever be able to fuck unless he's chained to his bloody cross. Meanwhile
the rest of us 'hot dogs' will be able to have a good time. And, of course, if someone wants to
be reincarnated he can do that, but first he'll have to swear off vegetables, promise to dislodge
any other souls who might be clamoring for a particular body, and swear never to wear a turban
or beads.
You know something, Ralph? With all that talent
which is represented in Ishtar, the thought of what you might come up with if you ever decided
to strive for a piece with prolixity, probity, and manageable dimensions is mind-boggling.
That old Waldo is nagging me again. I guess
I'll just have to stop writing this letter and oblige him. You'll find a copy of his "song" here,
together, I'm sure, with his comments. He just can't be corriged.
Take care. Hope we see you all again real
soon. Will phone up for poker-playing in the near future!
Your old, cantankerous but lovable, pal
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Dear Ralph,
Thanks so much for stopping by to visit
last night. I'm very happy that you've been able to pop in sometimes. I really miss being
able to pop in on you.
You know, Ralph, your music just gets
"better and better", by which I guess I mean that it becomes more and more pleasing
for me to listen to. You will understand, without being disappointed I hope, that I have
a kind of inescapable predilection for what you're doing these days which is sort of built
-in-- because it is you who is making it, because I can see parts of you in it (parts that
I know, and glimpses of parts which I don't know very well), and because I love you. But
that doesn't mean that I don't also listen to your music just as music too, from that general
arena of music which comes my way, nor do I turn off all my sensibilities of-whatever kind.
So you'll understand that there's no "soft soaping' or something like that when I tell
you that I think your music is getting better focused, your ideas are becoming more individuated
and precise, and the over-all shape/structure/form/gestalt - the whole piece as one shape
might be the best way to say it - all that seems more and more "right". I'm not
putting myself on any critical pedestals, or being patronizing , when I say that I am conscious
(sp.?) of your increasing feeling-concern for your music as aesthetic object. It comes across,
you see, in and through the music, quite apart from the way you talk about it (it would
be there and would be evident even if you didn't also choose to talk with me about it).
From where I sit and feel, that's all to the good, and it seems like it makes your music
the more able to communicate to me even as you are growing, in your own directions and ways.
By the way, I can understand why you
might fear being over-influenced by Morton Subotnik's music if you listened to too much
of it. I don't think yours would be mistaken for his music, since the points of contact
are no more than would be normal and expected given that you both work in electronic media,
that there are certain tendencies "in the air", and that you may possibly share
in some of the same musical tastes and predilections. Anyway, Ralph, as long as you continue
to follow your own inclinations you'll just be Ralph, and if there are influences which
might show at times, nobody criticizes Mozart because he was influenced by Haydn, I don't
hear any complaints that Stravinsky was influenced by Baroque and Classic masters, (not
anymore), I'm not recommending you listen a lot to his music, just reassuring you that I
don't think you'll lose your individuality because of any music you might hear. - Just
en passeunt,(however it's spelled), sometimes hearing some other composer's approach to
a problem elicits a solution to one of mine even when the musical problem I'm working on
isn't at all the same, or the music is in a very different style-practice. I'm
not sure why that should be so, and this experience isn't at all inevitable or reliable.
But sometimes, when I am pondering, for example, why Mozart chose to write a development
section of one kind rather than of another possible kind in a given piece it stimulates
a way of thinking which can help me to solve some compositional problem with which I'm involved,
even if that problem doesn't have too much to do with Mozart's observation, just thought
I'd mention it.
Change of subject - One thing you said
puzzled me. When I mentioned that I know very few couples any more who haven't split up,
and that in most cases it was the women who are initiating the splitting up, you said, "Yes,
women are more together these days". Did you really mean that you think splitting up
is a sign of having it together? Or that it's good that fewer women are able to, or want
to, work things out? I guess I really don't know what you mean by that statement, so I need
a bit of clarification. In my experience, unless it's obvious that there's no love left,
it seems to me that splitting up is often an indication of failure on everyone's part, and
not really an indication that one or the other party really has it together.
Well, I gotta go now. Course description
preparation for the Recording Arts program is calling me.
If you want, you may certainly share
this extension of our visit with Caroline. I sure hope to be able to visit her soon too.
Just give a jingle and let me know when.
Take care, old buddy.
Yours, etc.,
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You know, Ralph, I keep having negative
reactions to the things you say which seem to make second class citizens out of men, things
which I imagine grow out of whatever system of thought it was you got into with the Rainbow
Culture. (I sure can't comment on it, that thought system, because I really can't even pretend
that I understand what it's all about, what it is supposed to do for you, and so on. I can
only react to the bits and pieces which I hear.)
I know that one negative reaction I
have is to ways you formulate things which seem to indicate that feminine energy is creative
and masculine energy is destructive. Feels like I imagine it did to women when they were
told they were unclean because they menstruated. Anyway, it's a peculiar reversal of the
idea of the creative function, which is probably about equally shared actually, but I'm
going to make a case for saying that masculine energy is creative and feminine energy is
nurturing. I think the destructive energies are probably about equally shared, though they
express themselves differently. Anyway, you understand that all this has to be done from
guess-work about what you really mean by those divisions of sex or gender oriented energies:
I really have no idea which of the energies I feel in me might be masculine or feminine,
except as they correspond to stereotyped notions about domination-submission, active vs.
passive, etc. which are really more culture-value oriented ways of viewing masculinity and
femininity than anything rooted in what men really are to themselves and women to themselves.
I presume I have masculine energy in my penis, little though that may be when I don't feel
accepted, but I can't really pretend that I even know where these different energies are
supposed to be located exactly , in your view, or if they're a generalized field, or whether
you understand the human energy field to have distinct locational divisions so that some
parts are one form of energy, other parts are something else, and so on. So this is from
pure guesswork, in terms of adopting your terms to my purposes.
Anyway, here goes.
I submit that the masculine function
is creative and the female function is nurturing. Before I can launch into the argument
from the positive position-establishing side, I have to blow away a bit of mystique and
a myth or two.
That the woman bears the child within
her has nothing to do with being creative . That is a bio-mechanical function, automatic
in operation, involving not one whit of will, synthesis or extrapolation, producing nothing
original except in the most insignificant details, and requiring not even a rudimentary
intelligence. That is why it is called procreation, not creation. I'm not putting it down,
it has its own form of natural beauty,, but there's nothing more or less mysterious about
it than there is about why you have hair on your head, and it lies in the realm of the most
unremarkable of phenomena since existence is predicated upon it. No reason to get tangled
up in verbal knots in the value sphere, rather will simply point out that without it we
have no existence nor the means for contemplating the same: it is therefore quite unremarkable,
the most commonplace and unextraordinary thing we could ever consider. And I ought to know,
because I've been pregnant dozens of times.(Only the last sentence is intended to be humorous,
but possibly the rest may be as well.)
Of course the biological-chemical differences
needed to promote our particular form of procreative function make for very real differences
between men and women, not only in physiology and psychology but possibly in the basic perceptual
realms. I will tell you that so far as these biological, physical, psychological etc. differences
relate to creativity, the only real way to develop a model (if one is necessary) is to look
at collected data, facts and such, and see how things actually work out in practice (in
the real world) in the long run.
Trouble with that kind of data, by the
way, is that you have to make all kinds of adjustments to account for societal expectations
in various cultures at various times. You have to take into account, for example that if
women weren't allowed or encouraged to go into the sciences (fields from which until our
own century women were mostly excluded) you can't claim that the lack of first-rate female
scientists for so many centuries proves women are no good in science. It is a little more
certain, however, that, statistically, males have greater early aptitude for mathematics,
spatial logic and certain related areas, while females seem, on average to have greater
aptitudes in the verbal areas. This will be very important to something I will say a little
bit down the line.
Historically, the arts have been more
friendly to women than have the sciences, possibly because of the finishing-school concept
and things like that - ladies of quality should be able to draw, play the harpsichord, we
need them for choirs and operas - things like that
It is not, therefore, quite as surprising
that there should have been excellent female poets, novelists (just think about those fabulous
Brontes!), performers of various kinds, and top-drawer female artists in various of the
above categories; if they have not surpassed the numbers of first-class male artists in
those categories, it is likely to be because of various impediments which have been placed
in women's way more than because talent in these areas is not often found among women.
But there have been far fewer first-class
painters among women, and among the ca. 5000 female composers listed in that registry not
one is first-class - possible exception, Thea Musgrave. Here I think it is not being chauvinist
to point out that we have a simple fact: women are not generally as creative in the spheres
of music, or mathematics, (there are almost no women among creative and theoretical mathematicians,
and there is not one single incident I can find recorded, of a woman having had a metanoic
mathematical-universe-modeling experience - the kind of experience which has gestated the
most significant and far-reaching model-understandings of this type). I think the more or
less proved fact of early aptitudes continues into adult development. By the way, I'll applaud
louder than most when that female Stravinsky comes along, and I'm not saying she won't:
someday there will be one, then a few more centuries will go by, and there will be another
one and so on. (It's a sad fact that we haven't had any Brahms or Stravinsky of either sex
in what seems like ages.) - What I'm about to say now is pure speculation, and I reserve
the right to decide later that I'm full of shit. Like higher mathematics, music is essentially
a non-verbal mode of thinking. One thinks in the mode of music when you think it, just as
one thinks in the mode of mathematical symbols when doing rapid calculations, not thinking
the words "five" or "equals", or something like that - which one may
do, of course, but it slows you down. Anyway, it may be that there is some gender oriented
predilection for specific modes of thinking just as there are predilections sort of "built
in" for physical accomplishments of some kinds, and if so, well then you're just going
to have to give the nod in terms of creativity to men, at least in certain areas, and not
assign it any particular role equated with feminine energy.
I guess if one simply must get into
sexual functions as the basis for universal and cosmic views of things, one would have to
say that the out thrusting masculine energy was the creative one, putting out into the world,
while the female is a receptacle, an interior chamber, in which things happen to the woman,
and its product is expelled into the world. The aggressive energy is the creative force,
since only it forges into the new territory, daringly assembles and reassembles at peril
to itself and to the race even (so potent is it), and has the will and focus to tear something
apart to assemble it anew. By contrast, the sort of feminine procreative energy is sluggish,
occupied in slow torporous and peaceful spinning of he same net in the same patterns.
I actually don't ascribe much to the
above crap, I imagine you know. Having focus, memory, the ability to think in creative ways,
don't have much to do with gender or sexual functions, and certainly to apply sexual-gender
terms to energies of kinds we all have within us, is a tactical, if not a syntactical mistake.
(Oscar Wilde would give me a B+ for that ). It would be much preferable to call it force
A and force B, or something like that, and if there are male-female distributional differences
to say that the fellows have a bit more of this one, and the ladies have a bit more of that
one, and so on. Otherwise you get into all kinds of male-mystique and female-mystique stuff
which benefits nobody, creates a false picture of things, and which is just too Victorian
for good taste.
Anyway, isn't this fun? I tell you,
I really miss being able to spar with you on stuff like this. What a worthy adversary you
are! This is at least twice as good as table tennis and billiards because at least I've
got a better chance of coming out even. And it feels the same, (and even better), as arm
wrestling. I miss it so much, Ralph.
And I have to trust that you know however
radically, disparagingly, even insultingly I might formulate things, it is never done to
hurt. That's my exultant side being the insensitive child, and the minute you bleed, my
other child feels dreadful pain and remorse. I mostly do this only with very strong people
like you, who understand or intuit that I get intense and sometimes thrash about a bit,
and if I accidentally sting it's like when you were a kid pretending to box and the other
kid just didn't pull his punch quite enough: it hurts but he didn't mean it, he just got
a little careless or carried away, you know. And you're so much stronger these days, Ralph.
It's for real too, of course. I don't just toy around with people, because I'm too heavy
and serious to do much of that, and I can't really feel good when I'm mocking someone. But
it's damned exciting, this 'for real' sparring, because if everyone plays fair you come
out with something - sometimes something new.
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Dalph (contraction of 'Dear Ralph')
and Caroline,
Have a rather interesting perception
going right now concerning marijuana and intensity of feeling.
I have an idea that the effect of marijuana
on feeling intensification is as much the effect of relaxing or changing certain habitual
tension patterns used to repress feeling, as it is the actual stimulation or elevation of
certain systemic functions.(Emotional release in the sense of releasing the emotions and
allowing them to be felt, not release in terms of post-sexual satisfaction.) (the latter,
by the way is obviously also concomitant with emotional release). That relaxation of the
eyes, for example, occurs both with the use of marijuana and after doing emotional body
release work, or having an emotional experience first hand (to a certain extent). Following
the successful termination of a fear-producing incident there will be a notable relaxation
of tension around the eyes, that tension having been induced to make the fear level reduced
as Felt Fear.
You will remember telling me once that
marijuana used to be prescribed for glaucoma because it relaxed pressure in the eyeball.
Before and after tests done on persons undergoing Reikian therapy (before and after a therapy
session) showed a reduction of several diopters - cc. Pressure in the eyeball. Many feelings,
particularly those involving fear, are repressed using or with the eyes and associated muscles.
It leads to short-sightedness ultimately, (the flattening of the eyeball on the horizontal
plan which causes the eyeball to loose elasticity and thus the ability to change focus,
as well as causing the focal point for distant visual images to fall behind the physical
limit of the shortened eyeball's retina) once the repression of fear using the eyes, or
more accurately, not using the eyes, has become habitual enough to be reflexive (If one
takes the environmentalists point of view, rather than the fire-proof "there are no
other factors" type of geneticist view, which is sometimes called the hereditarian
point of view), whole families can be short-sighted because of use of the same fear-reduction
patterns. The like-father, like-son equation is, in a sense, often correct when it comes
to habitual response to emotional states. We have few other models but parents when we're
very young, and responses to emotional states, etc., are very easily sensed and seen by
the child.
Anyway, you might say that marijuana
does some of the same things chemically to loosen up or alter some tension-repression patterns
that are or can be done mechanically (physically) with Lowen stools, breathing exercises,
etc.
I could get more personal about this
for the purposes of illustration, but right now I'd rather not, because it's the connection
I've just discovered for myself that I'm excited about right now and wanted to share with
you.
I will say
that the effect of heightened feeling is, for me, very much like re-discovering what was
always there but had been forgotten; meaning that I believe I at one time lived very much
like I was always 'high' on marijuana, or to put it a different way, living in an authentic
way without a lot of repressions was how I once lived. Elementary, my dear Watson, you might
think, and in a way you're right: I don't claim to be saying anything new. But there's an
additional factor to be considered in my case. You will recall that I had chorreah, which
in the St. Vitus Dance type (which was the kind I had) represents an overstimulation or
constant stimulation of the nervous system. This means I cannot be sure the unrepressed
way of living which marijuana induced feeling intensification causes me to recollect is
the 'normal' or healthy kind of lack of inhibitions living state', or is in fact the recollection
of an unhealthy, overstimulated-due-to-disease state.
Anyway, all the above presupposes that
some of what is appealing to you about being stoned is an increase in emotional intensity,
and thus body sensitivity as well. Which is one of the things that makes sex so great when
you're stoned, right? But your experience may be essentially different from mine, so if
you've any thoughts on the subject I'd love to hear them.
See you soon, I hope. At least we'll
see you after one of the Gershwin performances no doubt.
Yours & c
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