Brad:
How extraordinary! I visited the site and found it very touching -- and instructive. I'll forward your e-mail to Andras. He's still traveling, but he'll doubtlessly get in touch when he's back at his computer.
Many thanks, Andrei
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Comets and Ashes
AC: Thanks for the helpful reply.
Guns saluted and brass mourned my father’s death in 84.
They slid his ashes into a marble niche in Arlington.
Then I remembered dad’s dusty books by Lafcadio .
“These are family legacy. They’re yours when I leave.” He said with reverent hands.
I was afraid to open them for years. Who knows me?
Someone did. Japan’s cultural center called me in 1997.
They wished for my attendance in April in Washington DC.
Why should I leave my Florida for cold memories?
“Because, it’s been a hundred years!” they breathed with dignity.
I had no idea.
Bon Koizumi was there.
There were TV cameras and reporters too.
Then I saw dad in a flash. He was there too.
Somewhere in the lights I saw him smile. As I gazed into my Japanese cousin’s eyes I saw the “…dark and beautiful face, with large brown eyes like a wild deer's…“ It was our mother Rosa’s eyes; my dad’s eyes.
I stood stunned in the din. I felt our handshake heal generations of pain. A hundred years and 10,000 miles had separated brothers Lafcadio and James Daniel Hearn. Lafcadio had written: “It pains me that I could not see you. I am, however, and must be, for several years more, a slave of contracts and opportunities.”
Now we were free! The power of life broke us free.
I am so grateful to a circle of passionate fans that helped reunite the offspring of these estranged brothers. Neither “contracts” nor “opportunities” can claim our separation again. As Bon and I stepped into a crisp April night a comet blazed above. “Look!” I whispered. “It’s mother Rosa’s eyes!”
Thanks again AC! I hope I didn’t get too carried away. I too am a fan of NPR poets. New Orleans people were at that reunion too. I posted a few more photos at www.lafcadiohearn.net I would appreciate your candid review.
Regards,
Brad
Guns saluted and brass mourned my father’s death in 84.
They slid his ashes into a marble niche in Arlington.
Then I remembered dad’s dusty books by Lafcadio .
“These are family legacy. They’re yours when I leave.” He said with reverent hands.
I was afraid to open them for years. Who knows me?
Someone did. Japan’s cultural center called me in 1997.
They wished for my attendance in April in Washington DC.
Why should I leave my Florida for cold memories?
“Because, it’s been a hundred years!” they breathed with dignity.
I had no idea.
Bon Koizumi was there.
There were TV cameras and reporters too.
Then I saw dad in a flash. He was there too.
Somewhere in the lights I saw him smile. As I gazed into my Japanese cousin’s eyes I saw the “…dark and beautiful face, with large brown eyes like a wild deer's…“ It was our mother Rosa’s eyes; my dad’s eyes.
I stood stunned in the din. I felt our handshake heal generations of pain. A hundred years and 10,000 miles had separated brothers Lafcadio and James Daniel Hearn. Lafcadio had written: “It pains me that I could not see you. I am, however, and must be, for several years more, a slave of contracts and opportunities.”
Now we were free! The power of life broke us free.
I am so grateful to a circle of passionate fans that helped reunite the offspring of these estranged brothers. Neither “contracts” nor “opportunities” can claim our separation again. As Bon and I stepped into a crisp April night a comet blazed above. “Look!” I whispered. “It’s mother Rosa’s eyes!”
Thanks again AC! I hope I didn’t get too carried away. I too am a fan of NPR poets. New Orleans people were at that reunion too. I posted a few more photos at www.lafcadiohearn.net I would appreciate your candid review.
Regards,
Brad
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Brad:
Thanks for writing. The film-maker's name is Andras Vagvolgyi -- he's well-known there and he has lived in Jappan where he first conceived a passion for Hearn. I imagine that you're related to the famous Lafcadio. How? I;m a big fan, too -- I read his "Two years in the west Indies" when I was in Martinique a couple of years ago. Andras is traveling and I don't have an address for him, but you can reach him care of Juli, the Hungarian consul in New Orleans, at: bikajuli@cox.net
Best, ac
Thanks for writing. The film-maker's name is Andras Vagvolgyi -- he's well-known there and he has lived in Jappan where he first conceived a passion for Hearn. I imagine that you're related to the famous Lafcadio. How? I;m a big fan, too -- I read his "Two years in the west Indies" when I was in Martinique a couple of years ago. Andras is traveling and I don't have an address for him, but you can reach him care of Juli, the Hungarian consul in New Orleans, at: bikajuli@cox.net
Best, ac
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Ladybugs and Lazarus
Dear Mr. Codrescu,
In the article above was wrote:
"A Hungarian film director named Andras was in town
because he expects to live here one day
and write a book about Lafcadio Hearn.."
I am interested in hearing from Hungarian bugs
that love the big easy to bits.
Not termites.
But Ladybugs.
Please send details of Mr. Andras.
I wish to share some worthy fodder for his purpose.
A mere peddle in the middle of Spring.
Nothing exquisite.
Maybe Lazarus.
Thanks for your help.
Most regards,
Brad
In the article above was wrote:
"A Hungarian film director named Andras was in town
because he expects to live here one day
and write a book about Lafcadio Hearn.."
I am interested in hearing from Hungarian bugs
that love the big easy to bits.
Not termites.
But Ladybugs.
Please send details of Mr. Andras.
I wish to share some worthy fodder for his purpose.
A mere peddle in the middle of Spring.
Nothing exquisite.
Maybe Lazarus.
Thanks for your help.
Most regards,
Brad
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