Part of this sequence is missing because it's made like Austin Kleon's newspaper blackout. |
I. To Gustav (1910) I arrive (on this Sunday) in an envelope addressed to your wife as the sole intention of a blind thief, and I extend my condolences on behalf of a dozen indifferent universes, because that is an idea that you can hold in your mind for all time. If you should seek to redeem your credit, I ask you to conduct your business in the burning friction of a rosined bow, until your fury grows cold, like unplucked strings and unstroked keys. Burn through each of nine symphonies unto ten, for cursed death arrives at your desk like a piece of unsolicited mail. I am one wrong note, Gustav. It t may comfort you to know: He has loved your wife, so you may go. Yours faithfully, Fate III. From Anna Mahler (1988) Dearest Vater, A shadow makes a gloomy inheritance like clay makes stone cold forms. I am your sculptress daughter. In Germany, America, Italy scholars write the end of the tenth like they are finally raising Mahler’s lost progeny. I am now eighty-three years old and five times divorced of an artist. I am leaving these places of lost children and found legacies. Tell them I am coming and that I am your sculptress daughter. |