Fred, not Frank!

April 26, 2000

In a message dated 4/25/00 11:05:46 AM Pacific Daylight Time,

hluthar writes:

<. How well l'll succeed

remains to be seen, but at the end of the day l'll have one comfort: l've

followed my heart and my own inner guidance.

Jerry when I read this, I visualized you singing like Frank Sinatra......"I

did it my way!"

I can see you singing Jerry with TG playing the piano, "Regrets, I've had a

few, but too few to mention.....I don't know how the rest of the song

goes..........But I did it myyyyyyyyyyyyyyy wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. >>

Harsha:

God ... l was haunted by the same thought when l penned those words...

but it could never be, because Frankie's never been my man. Not vulgar Frank,

a hi ball with ice cubes tingling in one hand and a cigar in the other while

he's sitting bleary eyed at the bar crooning " New York, New York". No,

picture me instead as Fred: Fred Astaire. Frank had "broads", Fred had

Ginger. Hey, l guess l can say this without getting roughed up by his mafia

goons, now that Frank's gone, right?

Frank had clout, Fred had class.

He's the only pop culture figure this country ever produced, the mere mention

of whose name brings tears to my eyes. Tracy and Hepburn, Gable and Lombard

were great together: but Fred and Ginger were magic like no one else. They

were my Shiva and Shakti. Frank could put over a song for sure, but Fred was

pure and sang from the heart, with no trace of ego. And when he danced with

Ginger, as they did while the orchestra played "Let's Face the Music and

Dance", in formal dress, her shimmering white gown flowing with every

effortless move, all was glowing and radiant.

Have you seen "The Green Mile" ? The film is about this huge black

guy who's actually some sort of an angel who's nevertheless on death row in

Alabama in the 1930's. Before his execution they show him a movie, which

happens to be a Fred and Ginger film. As he sees them dancing to the song

"Cheek to Cheek", he squeals with delight, "They're angels, they're angels!"

He was right.

So don't picture me as Frank singing "My

Way", but rather as Fred singing "They Can't Take That Away From Me" to

Ginger in the mist as they're saying good-by on the Saten lsland Ferry.

love,

jerry

April 26, 2000

>

> Harsha:

> God ... l was haunted by the same thought when l penned those words...

> but it could never be, because Frankie's never been my man. Not vulgar Frank,

> a hi ball with ice cubes tingling in one hand and a cigar in the other while

> he's sitting bleary eyed at the bar crooning " New York, New York". No,

> picture me instead as Fred: Fred Astaire. Frank had "broads", Fred had

> Ginger. Hey, l guess l can say this without getting roughed up by his mafia

> goons, now that Frank's gone, right?

> Frank had clout, Fred had class.

> He's the only pop culture figure this country ever produced, the mere mention

> of whose name brings tears to my eyes. Tracy and Hepburn, Gable and Lombard

> were great together: but Fred and Ginger were magic like no one else. They

> were my Shiva and Shakti. Frank could put over a song for sure, but Fred was

> pure and sang from the heart, with no trace of ego. And when he danced with

> Ginger, as they did while the orchestra played "Let's Face the Music and

> Dance", in formal dress, her shimmering white gown flowing with every

> effortless move, all was glowing and radiant.

>

> Have you seen "The Green Mile" ? The film is about this huge black

> guy who's actually some sort of an angel who's nevertheless on death row in

> Alabama in the 1930's. Before his execution they show him a movie, which

> happens to be a Fred and Ginger film. As he sees them dancing to the song

> "Cheek to Cheek", he squeals with delight, "They're angels, they're

angels!"

> He was right.

> So don't picture me as Frank singing "My

> Way", but rather as Fred singing "They Can't Take That Away From Me" to

> Ginger in the mist as they're saying good-by on the Saten lsland Ferry.

>

> love,

> jerry

>

Jerry, you are beyond romantic..this is ultimate romantic purity, true

devotional worship. This is St Francis and Claire, Heloise and Abelard. All I

can do is sigh...in return.

The Green Mile was a great movie, it had those moments that more than suspended

disbelief..the true presence of an angel.

Ahhhh,

Gloria

April 27, 2000

In a message dated 4/26/00 10:02:09 AM Pacific Daylight Time,

glee writes:

> Harsha:

> God ... l was haunted by the same thought when l penned those

words...

> but it could never be, because Frankie's never been my man. Not vulgar

Frank,

> a hi ball with ice cubes tingling in one hand and a cigar in the other

while

> he's sitting bleary eyed at the bar crooning " New York, New York". No,

> picture me instead as Fred: Fred Astaire. Frank had "broads", Fred had

> Ginger. Hey, l guess l can say this without getting roughed up by his mafia

> goons, now that Frank's gone, right?

> Frank had clout, Fred had

class.

> He's the only pop culture figure this country ever produced, the mere

mention

> of whose name brings tears to my eyes. Tracy and Hepburn, Gable and

Lombard

> were great together: but Fred and Ginger were magic like no one else. They

> were my Shiva and Shakti. Frank could put over a song for sure, but Fred

was

> pure and sang from the heart, with no trace of ego. And when he danced with

> Ginger, as they did while the orchestra played "Let's Face the Music and

> Dance", in formal dress, her shimmering white gown flowing with every

> effortless move, all was glowing and radiant.

>

> Have you seen "The Green Mile" ? The film is about this huge black

> guy who's actually some sort of an angel who's nevertheless on death row in

> Alabama in the 1930's. Before his execution they show him a movie, which

> happens to be a Fred and Ginger film. As he sees them dancing to the song

> "Cheek to Cheek", he squeals with delight, "They're angels, they're

angels!"

> He was right.

> So don't picture me as Frank singing "My

> Way", but rather as Fred singing "They Can't Take That Away From Me" to

> Ginger in the mist as they're saying good-by on the Saten lsland Ferry.

>

> love,

> jerry

>

Jerry, you are beyond romantic..this is ultimate romantic purity, true

devotional worship. This is St Francis and Claire, Heloise and Abelard. All I

can do is sigh...in return.

The Green Mile was a great movie, it had those moments that more than

suspended

disbelief..the true presence of an angel.

Ahhhh,

Gloria >>

Thank you, Gloria. lt meant so much to have someone join me in heartfelt

devotion to the romantic ideal, as truly expressed by Fred and Ginger. l

always used to wonder how l wound up in 20th century America. l longed so

much to be in 19th century Europe, in the Vienna of Strauss, Beethoven and

Brahms; the Milan of Verdi; the Paris of Chopin and Liszt; the Moscow and

Petersburg of Tolstoy. Surely, l thought, l must have been there, as an

artist ... as something. As l progressed on the spiritual path, l let go of

these thoughts more and more. But whenever l see Fred and Ginger, it all

returns ... the absolutely heart aching longing for beauty, elegance, for

union with a beautiful soulmate, for union with nature, for love in its most

divine and radiant form.

Yeah, l'm a hopeless romantic. l can't imagine anyone being

moreso. l thought that one way or the other, l'd outgrow it as part of the

natural process of aging. Maybe, l thought, the spiritual journey will lead

me to more realistic, mature ground. l thought it was going that way at one

time. But my long energy saga seems to have brought me back to it instead by

opening my heart more fully. l have no choice but to trust there's room for

all of it.

You're such a

dear, Gloria. l'm so glad that Fred and Ginger warm your heart too.

love,

jerry

April 27, 2000

put over a song for sure, but Fred

> was

> > pure and sang from the heart, with no trace of ego. And when he danced with

> > Ginger, as they did while the orchestra played "Let's Face the Music and

> > Dance", in formal dress, her shimmering white gown flowing with every

> > effortless move, all was glowing and radiant.

> >

> > Have you seen "The Green Mile" ? The film is about this huge black

> > guy who's actually some sort of an angel who's nevertheless on death row in

> > Alabama in the 1930's. Before his execution they show him a movie, which

> > happens to be a Fred and Ginger film. As he sees them dancing to the song

> > "Cheek to Cheek", he squeals with delight, "They're angels, they're

> angels!"

> > He was right.

> > So don't picture me as Frank singing "My

> > Way", but rather as Fred singing "They Can't Take That Away From Me" to

> > Ginger in the mist as they're saying good-by on the Saten lsland Ferry.

> >

> > love,

> > jerry

> >

> Jerry, you are beyond romantic..this is ultimate romantic purity, true

> devotional worship. This is St Francis and Claire, Heloise and Abelard. All I

> can do is sigh...in return.

>

> The Green Mile was a great movie, it had those moments that more than

> suspended

> disbelief..the true presence of an angel.

>

> Ahhhh,

> Gloria >>

>

> Thank you, Gloria. lt meant so much to have someone join me in heartfelt

> devotion to the romantic ideal, as truly expressed by Fred and Ginger. l

> always used to wonder how l wound up in 20th century America. l longed so

> much to be in 19th century Europe, in the Vienna of Strauss, Beethoven and

> Brahms; the Milan of Verdi; the Paris of Chopin and Liszt; the Moscow and

> Petersburg of Tolstoy. Surely, l thought, l must have been there, as an

> artist ... as something.

Jerry, now I can better understand what the music meant to you..surely it

transported you back in time. I am so glad you you feel able to express this

here, because I too have this silly feeling of being out of place in this

century. Haunted by the charms and elegance of what seems a classier era. Travel

by horseback seems perfectly adequate to me. And I would love to wear those long

gowns. Somehow music and art and poetry take me back or make life here more

tolerable. Cathedrals as well. Forests and mountains. Oh, I absolutely

understand what you mean. I once spent a summer reading nothing but those long

Russian novels and in my soul I lived there. I am in love with so many long dead

writers and artists.. I can't choose between longing to sacrifice myself taking

care of them or being their source of inspiration..they usually had both kinds

of women in their lives. Oh in another life I am Mary Cassatt, sacrificing all

for my own art. The most appealing aspect of Christianity for me was those lives

of the saints..to love God with one's whole being like that!

My brother is a Civil War re-enactor and when I go to those events I can't help

but wonder if they are not all still working out their feelings from being

killed in the actual war or something. Anyway, I have to keep reminding myself

of the good things about living now like medical care and other advances that

reduce suffering. The times do seem to lack beauty and elegance tho...and

romance is in short supply. Not the stuff in those stupid romance novels..I hope

you know me better than to think that.

As l progressed on the spiritual path, l let go of

> these thoughts more and more. But whenever l see Fred and Ginger, it all

> returns ... the absolutely heart aching longing for beauty, elegance, for

> union with a beautiful soulmate, for union with nature, for love in its most

> divine and radiant form.

>

> Yeah, l'm a hopeless romantic. l can't imagine anyone being

> moreso. l thought that one way or the other, l'd outgrow it as part of the

> natural process of aging. Maybe, l thought, the spiritual journey will lead

> me to more realistic, mature ground.

Jerry, some other time I will tell you my story about not outgrowing this...

anyway, I have now learned to appreciate the romance of lawnmower repair and

other such gifts of devotion. It's all in there, the beauty hiding in the

mundane..and hey, sometimes there are flowers too. I think it's certainly most

okay to have this romantic view of life, and one need not give it up so much as

learn to expand one's definition. Even spiritually the "real" is also only

apparently hiding the beautiful.

So nice to talk with you, Jerry.

Love, Gloria

l thought it was going that way at one

> time. But my long energy saga seems to have brought me back to it instead by

> opening my heart more fully. l have no choice but to trust there's room for

> all of it.

> You're such a

> dear, Gloria. l'm so glad that Fred and Ginger warm your heart too.

>

> love,

> jerry

>

> ------

> GET WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE FREE! GET THE OFFICIAL COMPANION

> TO TELEVISION'S HOTTEST GAME SHOW PHENOMENON PLUS 5 MORE BOOKS FOR

> $2. Click for details.

> http://click./1/3014/5/_/520931/_/956852957/

> ------

>

> //

>

> All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,

perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back

into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean,

all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does

not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is.

Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee

relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into

It Self. Welcome all to a.

>

> To from this list, go to the ONElist web site, at

> www., and select the User Center link from the

menu bar

> on the left. This menu will also let you change your

subscription

> between digest and normal mode.

>

April 27, 2000