These two videos are making me so homesick for Winedale. How I wish I'd been there among you! Doc, you still swing your arms back and forth the way you used to! Such a revelation to realize that. Your pauses. Clayton did a marvelous job with that triangle.
I am in the MFA program here at UMass Amherst and was just yesterday reading James Schuyler's poem Wystan Auden (they lived together for a time?) and he is (in the poem) saying how he'd just missed meeting Brecht and T.S. Eliot , and to think you met the man himself in 1957 and -- not only that -- were impertinent! Why does that not surprise me?! [Your trousers rolled, indeed.]
Nothing personal but I kept wishing the camera would roam around the stage. I could only get little glimpses. Oh, my GOD! Such memories this has stirred in me! I remember arriving early in 1979 and hammering in the heat -- something needed to be finished in the barn, I don't remember what.
Anyway, dear Doc, happy birthday once again. You have a real letter on the way.
Best always -- Maria