One half poet and the other half wizard. He filled a hole in my head and now put one in my heart. I am forever grateful for the coffee and muffins we shared decades ago in Seattle. He made sense of my young nonsense mind.
Thank you Jeremy, for introducing me to master Robbins many years ago. He changed things for me… too.
Do you know that fifteen (or was it twenty?) years ago, I sat on a rock out cropping of some harbour in California (or was it Washington?) handwriting Tom Robbins a letter. It was an epic letter thanking him for being him and for his publications and mastery. I had just heard an interview with him on the radio and even then he sounded like age was taking him in. So I thought it a good idea to write to him.
It wasn’t until years later when I was going through old piles of papers in dusty corners of my home that I found it and my heart sank that I never sent it. I never sent it. We have to do better by our heart driven impulses in this life don’t we?
One half poet and the other half wizard. He filled a hole in my head and now put one in my heart. I am forever grateful for the coffee and muffins we shared decades ago in Seattle. He made sense of my young nonsense mind.
Knowing that you knew Tom is not the least of my favorite things.
Thank you Jeremy, for introducing me to master Robbins many years ago. He changed things for me… too.
Do you know that fifteen (or was it twenty?) years ago, I sat on a rock out cropping of some harbour in California (or was it Washington?) handwriting Tom Robbins a letter. It was an epic letter thanking him for being him and for his publications and mastery. I had just heard an interview with him on the radio and even then he sounded like age was taking him in. So I thought it a good idea to write to him.
It wasn’t until years later when I was going through old piles of papers in dusty corners of my home that I found it and my heart sank that I never sent it. I never sent it. We have to do better by our heart driven impulses in this life don’t we?
Love you Jer.
I once rolled a beet across Kerouac's grave in the rain. I think he got the message. I think Robbins might have got yours, too.