An excerpt from a letter to my lost and beautiful friend who once sent me a little card (titled, 'The Firmament Passes Away") in the midst of a long hard writing summer of seclusion):
"This is the third email in the trilogy that seems to be a pattern in my response to your communications, - this one engendered by Angels and Russians and the impetus to storytelling that is so much a part of Welshness. The icon on the cover of your note is beautifully fluid, as if this nameless angel will enfold himself in the scroll that has unfurled and which he appears to be furling again, wrapping up the planets and stars to give back to God.
"The Firmament Passes Away", reads the caption, but he, with his calm angelic face, has no fear. He will continue to exist with his black wings and pretty feet over untold centuries, unrolling a thousand scrolls in a thousand universes, until one, just one, gets it right - gets to stay in the grace with which it was created, perhaps even perfecting it, while the dark sun of earth will have been a memory for millennia.
So this little card sits on my yew desk from Wales and that is where it glows a little with its portent and kind message from you and it helps a little in this isolation - this writing about cool Wales and liminal spaces in the hot, bleak summer with only electronic friends for company. I like this isolation most times. Sometimes not at all...
As for octaves, registers and forms - I would like to see you take flight into the wider meadows of near fiction (nothing is really fiction) and lyrical essay. And yet, this strange, original academic book of yours, to the subject of which I have little attachment, has not left my presence since it arrived. It is in my study during the day and on my bedside at night, not in the manner of poor Harriet Smith with her box of chewed pencils and court plasters, formerly the property of her imagined object of affection, but rather as a talisman of excellence and an emblem of that elusive and yet unnamed something to which one may respectfully aspire."
~ Harrison Solow
(Harriet Smith is a character in Emma, by Jane Austen)
Causes Harrison Solow Supports
Lupus Foundation of America
Museum of Tolerance