The Road to Joy: Letters to New and Old Friends by Thomas Merton & Robert Daggy

Author:Thomas Merton & Robert Daggy
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Religion, Catholicism, Letters, Christianity
ISBN: 9781429967051
Published: 1989-08-10T04:00:00+00:00

August 28 (aw nuts, 18) 1968

Dear Lobsang:

Well it was always topics anyway. From the start it was topics. If he could have got a chance, Mr Bubblethwaite, he would have imposed on our correspondence his topics. Now ten letters about the beauties of the mustarsh. Now to the utility of the mustarsh (subtle change of inflection) now to the cult of the mustarsh (rub in mustards, etc). It would be no end of his mad topics and we would have all been lost. Instead of which a merry jolly correspondence without topic and unintelligible to editors. Tant mieux. Out with the Mussolinis of publishing. Down with Del Pezzo and the lady of the mustarsh with her Vodka modiglianis. Out with all the fascisti of the printing world.

My suggestion is forget the fascisti and go at once to Emil [Antonucci] without vodkas with only beautiful prints, foldups, clipouts, buildins, explosions of printed joy. But on the other hand you is always thinking of the practico: is essential to think of the practico. But mark my words is coming no enormous checks from the fascisti so might as well forget. In this case the practico is Emil. Forget Random Hops. Unless of course vain hope springs up eternal in the human chest. Or nest.

I-d-i-o-s-y-n-c-a-z-y.

Crazy. Casy. Casy Jones, Crazy Stengel. At the Bam. Crazy at the Bam. One up. Twothreefour. Indisyncrazy at the Bam. Crazy India win pennant. Sing crazy. Indio sing like Casey. “Auld Lang Syne” etc.

Thanks pictures. They is no encouragement. Is gone into a slump the old Vietnam commander. Is up against a problem train with the Tet offensive. Is all offended with Tet. In a moment of humor is crazy with Tet to the point of dropping his camera. Bah for the old Vietnam commander in yr photos. But thanks anyhow, we must face the image. Photo is truth. Awful truth. Trappist poem is elected marshall of all the trains.

I stand on the tower and shade the eye to dusty horizon expecting prodigal Ed [Rice] in Volkswagen.

As for you Tangier sounds like a name rung upon stencils in heaven. Anything, anything, anything at all only out of this mad country.

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