15th & 16th March, 2004

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photograph by Donna Marie Bergeniao 11/11/2003

A Thought for Today

We will always owe each other better things than food and fuel.

 

.ASK ROD

E-Mail knows no holiday, so it’s time I got back to answering some of it.

SAND CASTLES

We have just got e-mail and you are among the first searches we are making. We have loved "The Sea" since 1967 when we first saw it on vinyl. It wore out many years ago. We now get the CD's and give them to friends joining their lives together.

FAQ answered many questions for us, but we have wonderd since the vinyl recording of The Sea what these lines mean.

Skipping flat stones on the water, but far to wise for sandcastles

Why would one not want to build sandcastles? What happens? Although we have lived for a long time and spent 37 years together, we have not experienced the feeling that would make us "far to wise for sandcastles".

I have so many questions of "Listen To the Warm". Maybe for a later note, please? Thank you. Sandy


Dear Sandy, Age brings many things .. wisdom, disappointments, tolerance, hope, disappear, joy, sorrow. A ying and yang for nearly everything. But all in all, as I concluded a while back, 'age is better.' One of the more important revelations that arrives with times passage is that sand castles, no matter how well we build them, are finally washed away.

Build your dreams and your realities of stronger stuff than sand, even castles in the air have a better chance of returning than those we erect at seaside. Warmly, Rod

THE WORD ACCORDING TO ROD

Goodness! Is Rod McKuen really going to read this? I hope so. I am greatly disturbed by the fact that a catalog and on-line merchandise discounter Heartland America, is advertising electronic Bibles purporting that the recorded voice is that of Johnny Cash. I ordered two of these electronic Bibles expecting to hear over 350 devotional verses read by Johnny Cash so you can imagine my surprise when instead of that, I heard clearly, distinctly the none-other-like-it voice of you, Rod McKuen. If you were not aware of this misrepresentation of your recorded voice, Mr. McKuen, as of your reading of this email, you now are. This would bother me greatly, if I were you.

People are disappointed - sorry! - to hear even your voice when the catalog has informed them that they will be getting a Johnny Cash product. And it is not the fault of Heartland America that this situation prevails. The customer service representative I spoke with at Heartland has fielded numerous complaints about the "Johnny Cash" voice that is really Rod McKuen - though she did say I was the first to identify the "imposter" as you, Mr. McKuen - however, when Heartland's marketing department contacted the manufacturer directly with these complaints, Franklin insisted that Rod McKuen's voice was that of Johnny Cash.

I am greatly sorry that I have to contact you regarding something of this nature. A man such as yourself, an artist, whose written and spoken word has been his livelihood would undoubtedly wish to maintain a sense of "right livelihood" and would be shocked and dismayed to permit this situation to continue.

What will you do about this? Surely your contract with the Franklin Company never included a provision for something like this, did it? I am sorry for you if it did. I am sorry the late Johnny Cash and his family. This must be awful for them - as I am sure it is awful for you. Please let me know how you will rectify this for the good of all concerned. This is not a small deal - not to fans of Johnny Cash or Rod McKuen - and not to anyone who respects the laws of fair marketing,

Thank you for your serious consideration of this serious matter.
Sincerely, Deborah Farmar


Dear Deborah, You are right, I am shocked and dismayed. Thanks for calling this to my attention, but since I have never made a recording reciting the scriptures you too must have misidentified the voice on the disc. It would indeed be a 'serious matter' if a record of mine had been purloined, though it wouldn't be the first time. However it is highly unlikely that any spoken word recordings I have made might be mistaken for the works of Matthew, Mark, Luke or even John. Perhaps the culprit is Chuck Heston, Leonard Nemoy or Walter Brennen.

It's unclear to me what you mean by "Surely your contract with the Franklin company never included a provision for something like this, did it?" It certainly did not since I have never signed a contract with the Franklin Company and have no idea who or what they are. Is there a parallel universe out there somewhere and if so, which one of us is living in it?

Frankly Deborah if I paid for Johnny Cash and got Rod McKuen I'd sue. Now Walter Brennan . . . I'd have to think a bit on that.

I'm sorry that a faux Rod McKuen has caused you such agitation and distress. I hope for the sake of your sanity you are able to mow down the miscreant who, posing as J. C., claims to be reading the words of that other great J. C. As for me, I'm off to catch a Mel Gibson flick [I think it’s called “Lethal Calvary V"] and I hope it will help me put this whole sorry business behind me. Oh I'll recover but it will probably take a fair modicum of meditation. I’m up to that.

Again my thanks to you for alerting me but I hope you will refrain from contacting Roseanne Cash on this matter since having lost both parents in the past year she has grief enough. With warmest wishes, Rod

RUSTING IN THE RAIN

Rod, I've searched Amazon and Barnes and Noble, and neither has your new book of poetry in stock, What gives? Larry Madden, Franklinville, NJ

Dear Larry, Thanks for asking but as a courtesy to my fans Rusting in the Rain will only be available through the Stanyan House web site for the immediate future. Because there is no middle man, offering ‘Rusting’ through the website makes the new book more affordable to those who frequent A Safe Place to Land and Stanyan House with regularity. I will do a few autograph parties over the summer in select bookstores and as soon as we determine which ones you will read about it here first.

If Amazon & Barnes & Noble show any interest in selling Rusting in the Rain, I’m sure Billy Iz or P. R. Midas will be glad to discus terms with them. With the advent of the internet and private websites the book and record business has taken on a brand new complexion.

Let me put it this way; my last book, “A Safe Place to Land, ” with no reviews or publicity, (published less than 3 years ago and only sold only through Stanyan House and at concerts) is approaching the 70,000 mark in sales. I can live with that. All the best, Rod

Dear Rod, Until I read Rusting in the Rain I always thought Listen to the Warm and And to Each Season were your best books. Rusting in the Rain transcends anything you have ever written. It is your finest book. While I’m at it, it is the most erotic work of poetry or prose I have ever read. Phillip Esterbrook, Portsmouth, NH

Dear Phillip, Melinda Smith was out here over the weekend for all three concerts and I was lamenting to her that I’ve received very little feedback on “Rusting”, but it is beginning to dribble in. If it feels “erotic,” well, I find life erotic and exciting. Thanks for the kind words. Affectionately, Rod

FIFTY WITHOUT FEAR

I have collected your verse and books since college days (way back when of 1969) And to think I am 50 now! LOL. My mother died in Aug. 2003, and so much of her words, and works (Takes a lot of words that makes works. Emotions, laughter, etc., I know you get the point), reminds me of what you were thinking and said. I just wanted to say thank you. Thanks, Katie

Dear Katie, Fifty is nothing to laugh out loud about, though I have to admit it's hard for me to remember back that far. Still, I'm here to tell you that like I once wrote in a song about turning 40 "It gets better every year.” I still feel that way. My condolences on the loss of your mother, losing a parent is never easy. Especially a mother.

I appreciate your thoughtful words and knowing that you have enjoyed my work since 1969. Thanks again for writing and my very best to you in all the things you do. Warmly, Rod

DALLAS

Did you happen to drive to the South Fork Ranch while in Dallas? While traveling home, I encountered someone who looks much like you turning on to the road by South Fork Ranch.

Our eyes met as his car turned the corner and I was slowing at the light. He was in a small car that did not seem like the mode of transportation someone of your stature would ride in, but the question just had to be asked. Donna

Dear Donna, I did do a lot of wondering while in Dallas a few weeks ago, but didn't make it out to South Fork this time. Thanks for asking though. Cheers, Rod

It has been an reflective, exciting, frustrating, adventurous weekend and I hope I can sort it all out for you (and myself) in the coming days. Meanwhile sleep warm and don’t forget to join Webmaster Ken on Wednesday for This One Does It For Me.

RM 3/15/2004 2:24 AM PST

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notable birthdays

Monday 15 March

Sean Biggerstaff o George Brent o Macdonald Carey o Mary Chaudhuri o Fabio o Joe Hahn o Judd Hirsch o Samuel "Lightnin" Hopkins o Mark Hoppus o Andrew Jackson o Harry James o Phil Lesh o Mike Love o Marjorie Merriweather Post o Sabu o Lee Shubert o Sly Stone o Lawrence Tierney o Norm Van Brocklin o Caitlin Wachs

Tuesday 16 March

Bernardo Bertolucci o Eric Estrada o Jack Ford o Isabelle Huppert o Jerry Lewis o James Madison o Mike Mansfield o Daniel Moynihan o Conrad Nagel o Kate Nelligan o Pat Nixon o Olga San Juan o Kevin Tod Smith o Jerry Jeff Walker o Henry Youngman

Rod's random thoughts Some days I feel like a forty-five year old. But there's never a forty-five year old around when you need one.

When all seems lost and life throws its worst at you, put your tail between your legs and run like hell.

Good conversation is as rare as promises kept.

FIORE / 1812
 

If I could set down eighteen lines
upon a clean white page
that so expressed you
detailed in minute and grand detail,
the sockets of your eyes,
the girth of you
omitting not one millennium
                       of your size,
if I could tell exactly what it’s like
to climb through you and into myself
then back inside / outside you again,
or say face to face
in rhyme or out of rhythm
how I feel this day
after only one night’s reading of you,
say it straight for your ears only
yet with no complexity
so that everyone would understand,
then I could write my final poem and be done.

I could turn the page
and find a single line that summed it up,
here it is, I’d say, all of you.
Everything I’ve made from my life
and with my life:
here it is – all I’ve done
down nearly forty years
from crying in the cradle
to sobbing in the spotlight,
every laugh and long sigh in between
was preparation for just now.

Could I say it well enough
to be believed by you,
I’d run home to Pine Street
and open all the windows
                               W I D E
and shout to all the neighbors,
look who’s living here inside -
                   we are
surrounded by a greener green
than any meadow ever knew
and a multi-colored bed
wide as any known or unknown sea.

Fiore! I would shout aloud,
flower of a different hue,
Fiore with a mind of so many unseen colors
that the dahlia or the tie-dyed rose
would never dare compete with you.

If I could set down in eighteen lines
on the virgin page
followed by a second twelve
to sum a statement of us up,
I’d dwell on every possibility
leaving out the humps and hurdles.
No impossibilities exist
to keep from bringing each of us
into the realm of one.

Come into me
as I have lately come inside of you.
A fusion we are, best of both
that splits to thirds when we are together.

Now we’ve come to final spring,
nineteen hundred eighty five,
and most good-byes remain unsaid –
                                only hinted at.
Fare well or better
there than here.
If you can use me
              call my name.
It’s just the two of us again
on either side of searing flame.

- from the album "Sleep Warm," & "Alone,"1975. Revised 1986 for "Valentines."

 
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Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith o Sound & Fury Dr. Eric Yeager o Webmaster Ken Blackie
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