It's Digest Time! (DT)
It's a scorcher here at the Mothership.
Magnus tells us it's 34 degrees Celsius (1) up on Partington Ridge. Alice has been cooling herself with a Japanese folding fan. And Jack has added raw jalapeños to his Purina cat chow. Why?
"Because the jalapeños raise my internal temperature to match the temperature outside," Jack explained. "My blood circulation increases, I start sweating, and once the moisture has evaporated, I'm cooled off. Scientists call the phenomenon ' gustatory facial sweating.'"
Thanks, Jack!
Here's the Digest! You'll find out how Bill Webb met Henry Miller and how the Monks found the land for the New Camaldoli Hermitage... (And should you have any friends who may be interested in the exclusive goings-ons here at the Library, let them know! Your support really helps. (btw. we do Movies tonight, Thursday 25 at 8 PM!))
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An amazing (and rare) tribute to Emil White!
At a memorial service for Emil shortly after his death, friends remembered him as artist and businessman, culture hero, and ladies' man.
Check out this amazing video above, which was compiled in his honor, featuring footage of Alisa Fineman performing at the Library, a rare interview with Henry and Emil, and much, much more!!
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(continued from the last issue of the Digest...)
The former especially (who has since returned to Italy on account of his health) has in a very short time left his mark upon both the Hermitage as well as the thousands who have come in contact with him. To many of the latter, both Catholics and non-Catholics, it was a great disappoint-ment to learn of Father Modotti's departure. Originally a Jesuit Missionary, Dom Modotti spent ten years in Australia and ten years in India. He has been at Camaldoli in Italy for about twelve years, where the last five prior to coming here were spent as a hermit, joining his brother monks only three times a year for communal Mass.
Upon his arrival in New York the Catholic magazine "Jubilee" reported:
"On their way to found a West Coast hermitage, two monks of the hundred-man Camaldolese order, Dom Augustine Modotti and Dom Aliprando Catani, recently arrived in New York. After the bustle of shipboard interviews, the two monks took some time to size up their new country.
" 'Already we are impressed by the eremetical tendencies we see here,' said Dom Augustine, who at Camaldoli was one of the Order's two recluses, never mingling with his fellow monks or going to chapel. 'In our hermitage, each monk lives alone in his hut, pursuing his own way in freedom, reading, writing or meditating in silence. But in Italy, community life is very communal. An Italian who gets on a train introduces himself to his fellow passengers and states his business. The others do the same. Then follows a general discussion of each one's affairs.
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MONKS RESTING IN THE LUSH FLORA ABOVE HERMITAGE - photo by Wynn Bullock
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" 'But in America, what do we see ? Each traveler minds his own business. He sits alone, free and silent, reading and contemplating — if not Holy Scriptures, then at least The New York Times. You are hermits at heart.
" 'But then, this is my first look at the world in ten years. And, well, it's the same old world, very noisy, very crowded. You don't have enough time to pray, so we hermits pray for you.' Both monks confessed they would be happy to start praying again soon."
Already legends are circulating about how Father Modotti discovered the Lucia Ranch at Big Sur. The most romantic goes something like this: Having inquired of fellow priests in New York and Philadelphia about some land in a mild climate similar to the surroundings of Florence in Italy, Dom Modotti was advised to look in Florida, Arizona, New Mexico and California. What he did not like about Florida, which he investigated first, was the sinful atmosphere which "seemed to pervade the air". In New Mexico he considered the weather rather extreme — some parts too hot and some too cold. Meanwhile he lectured in many Catholic communities while pursuing his quest of the ideal location. He liked to relate how the Church authorities who ordered him out of his retreat in order to found the American branch of the Order gave him $500, and told him to sail.
When he discovered that the passage would cost almost that much, he decided to try to "work" his way across. He did, as ship's chaplain. When he got to Philadelphia, he still had the $500. There the Knights of Columbus gave him another $500 — and a used car in which he began to practice immediately as he hadn't driven a car in about 15 years. It was in this old car that he finally arrived in Morro Bay, where he lectured before a Church group. There he met Rev. Klingelsmith, who had been trying to join the Camaldoli in Italy but was told that the Order expected to establish a branch in the U.S. It was Rev. Klingelsmith who first told Father Modotti of this beautiful stretch of coastline and also that there was a tract of land for sale near the Monterey County line. Upon inspection it was found that this parcel of land was too precipitous and that it would be difficult to begin from scratch, as there were no shelters of any sort.
At the Morro Bay lecture there was also an Anglican realtor who promised Fra Modotti that he would be on the lookout. About a month or so later while on a lecture tour of Chicago, Father Modotti received the following telegram from the Anglican: "Found the ideal spot. 500 acres, a number of buildings, a ranch house with swimming pool. Only $300,000." (to be continued...)
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"Under the Persimmon Tree" interview series.
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This summer, we launched our "Under the Persimmon Tree" interview series featuring neighbors and friends with a connection to the coast.
Guests include Martha Diehl, Elliot Ruchowitz-Roberts, State Senator Bill Monning, Terry Gilbey, Jaci Pappas, Barbara Bullock-Wilson, Lee Otter, Steve Beck and many more
We have published Magnus' chat with Bradley Zeve, Steve Beck, Elliott Roberts and Mary Adams. Check them out here!
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Meet John Cowper Powys
The Atlantic provides a nice homage to the criminally underrecognized British philosopher, lecturer, novelist, literary critic, and poet John Cowper Powys.
Powys, Millman writes, explored the "wrote about "the three incomprehensibles: sex, religion, and nature."
Henry, not surprisingly, was a huge fan.
On reading Powys' "A Glastonbury Romance," Miller wrote to Lawrence Durrell: "my head began bursting as I read. No, I said to myself, it is impossible that any man can put all this - so much - down on paper. It is super-human." The two men met when Miller, accompanied by Eve, came to see John Cowper and Phyllis at the end of June 1953 at Corwen. Read about it here.
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Pics from "Beautymark Cabaret!"
On July 11, Big Surcus wowed us with their show "Beautymark Cabaret." Don't believe us? Check out the photos above.
Miss the show? We have good news! Big Surcus will return with two more engagements this summer— August 9th and August 10th!
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First Encounters:
How I Almost Met Henry by William Webb
(2nd installment of "California Years by Bill Webb).
In 1946 my wife and I were driving south through Big Sur, an old favorite place with memories going back to my childhood. We stopped over with some friends, living cheaply and communally at Krenkle Corners, a bit north of Anderson Canyon. They had been hired to work on some remodeling of Henry's house on Partington Ridge, while Henry and Lepska were living in the old convict camp on the headland that bordered the mouth of Anderson Canyon. The friends were mostly fellow internees from CO camps and jails only recently released. Among them was Dick Brown, in charge of the project, Banjo Marsh, Hugh O'Neil, and Kerwin Whitnah. During the few days we spent at Krenkle Corner, Joe and Bea Whitnah, Kerwin's parents, came down from Berkeley for a visit, and Joe, an excellent photographer, wanted to meet and photo-graph Henry. This was arranged and Joe and I went down to Anderson Creek. As we approached we met Lepska while she was hanging diapers on the clothesline. I stayed to talk with her while Joe went on to see Henry in his precarious cabin tilting a couple of hundred feet above a pounding sea. I chose to leave Joe alone to get his pictures, and later decided that Henry probably had enough of visitation, so we departed without my having met him. The photograph made a short distance north on the road as we returned to Krenkle Corner shows the point where the Miller family lived, with Henry's writing shack visible near the center. In the years since it was occupied by the Millers the property has been bought and the cabin moved back from the cliff edge. In the meantime a veritable forest of cypress and pines has grown up on the point. I did not actually encounter Henry until 1959. Late that year I had started a small publishing company, Cambria Books, working with Henry Geiger at his print shop in Alhambra. As editor of the weekly Manas , Geiger had carried on correspondence with Henry Miller, and proposed that Cambria Books might persuade Miller to produce a book. Geiger wrote Henry and 'introduced' us, and shortly after I made a trip to Big Sur to discuss doing the book. Long enchanted with Henry Miller's paintings, I had decided the book should probably be about painting. Henry readily accepted the idea, and before long we were both at work on To Paint is to Love Again, Henry to write the text, and I to round up and photograph his paintings. The back wrapper of the book was designed to show a group of photographs of Henry at work, and this series was the first I did of Henry. He was an excellent subject, so engrossed in the painting he paid no attention to my maneuvers. Henry began his paintings seemingly without a subject in mind. He'd stir up some color, dip his brush, squeeze it out, stir some more color, squeeze some more, all accompanied with sighs, groans, chuckles. Finally, he'd swish some paint onto the paper, randomly. This gesture would seem to lead him on, and a face, a townscape, a motto would be suggested. The painting would begin to evolve, creating its own momentum, Henry simply coax-ing it along. If it got balky at any point, it was ripped off the pad and consigned to the waste basket, and the process repeated. He turned out one painting after another, each quickly once it got started. We hit it off well and I spent the better part of the day there on Partington Ridge, in what became the usual: around a table with a bottle of wine, good talk, and a lot of laughter. On this occasion Henry and I were alone; Eve was off running errands, and Tony and Valentine had moved to Pacific Palisades.
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He was an excellent subject, so engrossed in the painting he paid no attention to my maneuvers. Henry began his paintings seemingly without a subject in mind. He'd stir up some color, dip his brush, squeeze it out, stir some more color, squeeze some more, all accompanied with sighs, groans, chuckles. Finally, he'd swish some paint onto the paper, randomly. This gesture would seem to lead him on, and a face, a townscape, a motto would be suggested. The painting would begin to evolve, creating its own momentum, Henry simply coaxing it along. If it got balky at any point, it was ripped off the pad and consigned to the waste basket, and the process repeated. He turned out one painting after another, each quickly once it got started. We hit it off well and I spent the better part of the day there on Partington Ridge, in what became the usual: around a table with a bottle of wine, good talk, and a lot of laughter. On this occasion Henry and I were alone; Eve was off running errands, and Tony and Valentine had moved to Pacific Palisades.
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A new home for the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial LibraryLoyal digesters know that we like to keep tabs on our friends at the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library. After all, the Library was started in 2011 by CEO Julia Whitehead "after discovering the Henry Miller Library online in 2008 and then paying a visit. Magnus continues to serve on their advisory Board.
The museum recently announced it raised enough money to move forward with plans for its new location. "It's a wonderful step forward for us," founder and CEO Julia Whitehead told IndyStar. "People are recognizing that we have something very special here." Congrats!!!
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And that's a wrap!Stay cool and we'll meet again next month!
- Magnus, Mike, Julia, (Iguana) John, Jack (Kerouac), and Alice (in Wonderland)
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(1) Magnus, being Swedish, adheres to the Celsius scale. Is 34 degrees Celsius hot? We don't know!
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