We hope to see you at our next celebrationSunday May 7
Bruce Taylor’s remodeled condo
Art Sharing: Sunday April 2, 2000
Before we had our formal sharing session Ben Miller opened up his website (http://www.pantarbe.com) on Bob’s computer so that we could all view what he has to offer. Contributions to his website include:short-stories, poems, essays, music and artwork. We asked him to also share his computer artwork during our formal meeting. Mike Pryor read his short story “Mrs. Hammersmith’s Piano” and performed his musical ditty “The Yellow Crayon”. Lezlie Kinyon (visiting from Richmond, CA) read some of her poetry, and Carl Sloan took some photos to “victimize” FOKUS volunteers who may become magically distorted later in one of his photocompositions. Bruce Taylor read from his novel Mountains of the Night. Pippin Sardo told jokes from a Prairie Home Companion joke episode. Mike Monroe read a short episode from his novel-in-progress, Hexodus. Seiko Olson played Silvery Waves on the piano. Bob Olson read a short essay titled “Times Change People”. Peter Wagener read his new travel story “Queen of the Carnival” and gave a copy to Bob to share with our honorary FOKUS members who write to us from Monroe Penitentiary. Patience Allen, Lida Sloan and Pam Pincha Wagener enjoyed providing a creative audience.
Carl & Lida Sloan now have 26 of their unusual sandwiched photos on display at the Elliott Bay Book Company, 101 South Main St, Seattle, WA 98104 - open Mon. through Thur. 10:00 am until 10:00 pm, Fri. & Sat. 10:00 am until 11:00 pm and Sun. noon until 6:00 pm.
For folks interested in learning about novel writing, Bruce is teaching a class starting April 18 at North Seattle Community College. (He got word that it is regarded as the second best writing class of the extension program.)
Bruce mailed off his novel, Edward:..Dancing on the Edge of Infinity to an editor and he is readying his other book, The Mountains of the Night, for a contest deadline (May 1) sponsored by the Mountaineers.
Todd Christoffel and his band Don’t Ask will be performing: 9pm - Saturday, May 13 - Fiddler’s Inn, 9219 35th NE, Seattle - 206-525-0752 (21+); 8:30 pm - Friday, June 9 - Victor’s Coffee Company , 7993 Gilman, Redmond - 425-881-6451 (no cover, all ages).
Northwest Science Fiction Society presents Norwescon, April 21 to 23 at the airport Doubletree Inn.
Ray Bradbury will be in town May 17, First Baptist Church in downtown Tacoma, 8:00 PM. (Valid Tacoma Public Library Card required.) For more information call 253-591-5666.
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Thanks to Rev. Cynthia Jefferies and Todd Christoffel for their contributions to our newsletter cost.
From a letter to Bruce:
Bruce Taylor’s Editorial:
CRASHBOOMrumble-rumble-rumbleCRACK! and suddenly tons of ice and snow shoot out into space and fall as a slow moving waterfall, down 400 to 500 feet to crash and spray on the lower part of Big Four Mountain. Michael Pryor and I stand awe struck at the spectacle of the massive ice fall off the 6132 foot peak - - we are watching this from a picnic shelter ½ mile away just off the paved, Mountain Loop Highway east of Everett (albeit this time of year, the last mile was covered by a foot or more of snow). We have been watching the ice falls for an hour and the one we see, just as we were readying to leave, is by far the biggest and most spectacular, and this place is only 70 miles from Seattle via paved road. I’m always amazed that this area just doesn’t seem good enough for some sort of protective status. Clearly, it’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen anywhere - - a long glacial/river valley ringed by peaks that soar dramatically (and vertically) 5000 to 6000 feet above the road. I always come here, starting in spring, to watch the ice and snow avalanches thunder off Big Four and, later in the spring, to hike into the old mining town of Monte Cristo. But today, this beautiful sunny and warm day, we’re watching this amazing spectacle of avalanches coming down the almost vertical 5000-foot face of Big Four.
My father, in spite of his problems and the script he carried in his heart about being disappointed and betrayed in life and love - - at least out in nature he looked more hopeful. He was fond of quoting from the Bible about “lifting mine eyes up to the hills…“ and, given how much he said that, I guess he was really hoping for something pretty spectacular to come blasting down from the Cascade Crest. But anyway, that’s where I did see him sort of come alive. Certainly the awe and wonder was there as he gazed about these (vastly underrated) mountains. Julia Cameron would probably have said that he was “filling the well”. Art is not apart from life: art is life. Or as Julia says in Vein of Gold, “Art equals All Real Things”. So, yes, I could have spent this day working on my book The Mountains of the Night - - but I knew I needed to fill my well, needed to come out here to this amazing place with a good friend to watch avalanches tumble off Big Four’s face, and I couldn’t have planned a better thing to do than to stop and take in (as the title of my next book suggests), The Magic of Wild Places.
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(This being a purloined joke from Garrison Keilor’s A Prairie Home Companion annual joke episode.)
Last updated: April 29, 2000