Radio and Catholicism

My Dearest A,

Well, well - Miss England has decided to take up letter writing. Might I inquire, do you take tea time as well?
I purposely took my time writing back to you, in order to acquire some news to report. I must say, your memory, not so distant I might add, is still in tact: I hate leaving the house. Perhaps I will make a new year's intention to venture out my front door more often. I have an excuse though, LA has been so cold of late. Alright, alright- I'm dropping the whole English bit now.
When will you come visit? That'll get me goin'. I'm gonna start up a list of places to entice you with. And I'm going to make them all within a 5 mile radius of my front door step!
You asked if I have been reading a lot. Mmm hmm. When am I not? I thought about doing something constructive with all this reading, like shaping up a review for each play, each article, each book I read. What do you think? I could even start reviewing reviews, but of course I'd have to read the material too.
I've been listening to a lot of radio too. And ....... da dah da dahhhh ........ I have been volunteering at the college radio station. So go fly a kite Nurse Ratchet! I do leave my house. I'd like to option some radio stories and have them made into films. Would that ruin the magic of it? There is something sacred about pure audio. At first I thought a television series for HBO, but Mr. Ira Glass has snatched that genius idea. Check Joe Richman's Radio Diaries projects. Fascinating stuff. I'm keeping busy. And I read Patti Smith's memoire. Beautiful. She has this beautiful beginning, as a child, she goes into detail about her conversations with God. She would make up her own prayers for him and entertain him with these tales she'd come up with. And I remember my own little self being very frustrated with Our Father and Hail Mary. No one ever explained to me what "hallowed" or "tresspass" meant. So I wasn't sure why I should give a fuck. And I would talk to him too in that familiar way. And there is a clear memory I have of a father giving his homily-you know what that is? I guess you Jews call it Derasha- at St. Pius, a round-shaped church with pastel colored windows that looked like they were made out of crystallized sheets of communion! I was in the back, there was standing room only, which meant it was probably a holiday like Easter. And the father was talking about Plato. He was a real philosopher and very "in" with the young crowd.....and my mom bent down to ask me what he was talking about. I think she had been in the bathroom. And I said, "Oh he's really into Playdo!" But I heard everything he said. Maybe that's when I took a real interest in philosophy. Anyway I bet Patti Smith would have taken those words the same way. She's a cool cat. Up next is Keith Richards' memoire.

I give you all my best Love,
B

P. S. And now to take a moment to describe the intricate dust piles that are gathering inevitably in the corners of my apartment. I describe with glee: Well in one particular corner, there's one shaped like a castle out of Lord of the Rings. And when I am really stoned I see turrets and drawbridges. If you're lucky I'll take a photograph of these master sculptures and enclose it in the next letter. That is I am assuming this is going to be a love letter affair.....xx