Is there beauty in this world, Omar?
Yes, it is you.

As I write I am doing my only impression—the FREE BIRD impression:

Smoke the day’s last cigarette
remembering what they said.

More about San Francisco later, but I want to tell you about tonight in Dallas. I worked tonight in a terrible place called the CRUISE INN—terrible! I had my lime-green G-string on, and you know one can see everything when I wear it, so I made quite a bit of money. But I write because the strange was in my mind. Over and over in my head was the incidental music for Pelleas et Mellisande by Sebelius. You must understand, Omar, that many composers during the early 20th century wrote music to and about this Maeterlinck play. The most famous is Debussy, but Maeterlinck hated this opera so much, I swear he put a hit out on Debussy. But why should Debussy care? He did what he wanted with this work, as he should have, and he gave no mind at all to the ridiculous political aspects Maeterlinck had hidden within the text—such is the problem with vagueness: the French can interpret it the way they want—which is always contrary to the wishes of the initial “want”.

But tonight, Oh tonight: Tangent: I don’t care for Sebelius’ music about Pelleas, really it is just trash, but the second scene introduction with the complete muted string section is something I could not get out of my head this evening. The room was full of early 80s music THUMP THUMP I AM ON ECSTACY I DANCE AGAINST A WALL MUSIC—of course I love this 80s trash, but the muted string trash––

THE TRASH.

What I am trying to say to you, baby, is that it is all TRASH. Trying to put feelings into music only makes the music trash.

But what else is there to be put into such a thing as music: what else?

feelings—the nothingness of tomorrow, the forgotten, the dated, the colorless.

YOU CAN’T GET AWAY FROM TRASH.

I wish you were here. I miss you, and I need your touch.
I wash my G-string for you,
Marco

PS I talked to the lawyer this morning, and she will ($5,000 advance, mind you—but you know my ass is good for it) procure your work permit within the week.

I eat jam for you in the morning--Marco