hi, ana. Here is what we put up on Facebook about Dave… And the response from India! You two are deeply beloved!
In memory of Dave Christy!
Subhankar sent you a message.
“I am sorry but I have taken the 3 pics of Dave which you posted and reposted it in my blog with Dave’s poem and two personal mails of him addressed to me….. a small tribute from another part of the world …we miss him…”
Julian Gallo commented on your wall post:
“Hi Frank! Yes…I just found out about it earlier this week. Very
sad….”
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ana, we have put a note on Facebook about Dave. Below is a response.
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
ana, here is one of the tributes to Dave:
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010
(Mike Boyle wrote:)
Dave Christy, 1953-2010. RIP
Alpha Beat Press was a GIANT in the pre-internet lit zine days. Sure there were others, the big name literary magazines with their huge press runs, but they didn’t speak to me. My first (poetry) publication outside my town was in the pages of Bouillabaisse, which was but one of the many magazines and broadsides they published.
In hindsight, I knew little of the craft. Had all these “pent up” feelings, things I would have put in songs, but it was coming too fast, and another band was falling apart anyway. No, it had fallen apart, that’s right. Things fall apart. But this, writing, I needed no one else. I’m back in that day now, having received comp copy of Bouillabaisse.
And I’m like, ????, what is this. I’m in a magazine with Allen Ginsberg, and a whole lot of other “free wheeling” verse from people I’d never heard of. I’m in some shitty studio apartment I didn’t notice was infested with fleas until I’d moved in, with a typewriter with half-dead ribbon. And they xeroxed the piece I’d sent, dead keys and all. With a little “junky” graphic on my page.
So there was some glee, because I’d stepped out of my provincial town into the “world at large,” but also the ???? thing. As the years rolled out, I sent more to Alpha Beat. They were my window into the world outside my shit town. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say Dave Christy was a lifeline.
The long letters and poems I sent, some published in broadsides. Some he said, I’m gonna hang on to these. How many people did he say this to. Is there really a pile of all those poems, because I sure don’t have ’em. Point being, Dave always took the time for a personal reply, sometimes short, sometimes longer. We corresponded, off and on, for years.
It was hell nice to find him again last year. We traded email, and he said send me poems. I didn’t know he was still publishing, but he was still doing the monthly broadside. I sent some poems, got comp broadside in mail some time later. I sent him my Dollhouse novel, signed, “I remember.”
He liked it.
He was a friend.
Pour Dave had a massive heart attack. I am so sad I can’t bear it-I am heart broken-he was the love of my life. Funny I thought about “our show” a few weeks ago- somehow after my coma nothing was fun any more. I am staying at my daughters house and will be moving into a nice apartment nearby. I have never lived alone Dave did everything for me. I am lost..
My new e address is anakatrina50@gmail.com love to you all.xxxxx
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ana, I am here to e-talk anytime. I know that is not much in your profound lost… But…
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
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thank you frank i am trying not to think too much. i can’t imagine my life without dave
hope you are well xxxx
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not thinking is a good thing, Ana . We just went through it with our eighty year old church going neighbor Betty whose long time mate passed..
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
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“hey, I am available! That’s what I do…. Train people to improv with life!”
That’s great. That would be great… there is only one little glitch… we don’t live exactly around the corner. Or are you planing to visit Buenos Aires anytime soon? That would be marvelous.
Besos
Tomi=
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well, people come here to study with me. See http://www.eroplay.com/workshops/index.html
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
What? You don’t know every retired newspaper man in Berkeley? Well thanks for even entertaining my queer query. If you see or hear anything in this regard please don’t hesitate to holler at yer harley…
Franklin Furnace Archive, Inc.
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I always have entertained your queer queries, Harley… Haven’t I?
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
Buenos Aires
Querido Frank
I’m still battling with my computer… but here finally an answer to your last mail:
“well, I always figure out how to do what I want to do with what I have. This may take years sometimes. But I always do what I want. This is a part of directing, of creating, of living. True, I don’t try to do things “the right way. ” I just do!”
This is great. The opposite was engraved into me. When you’re Swiss you’re taught over and over: If you can’t do something right, don’t do it. There is something to be said for that when I see all the half-assed things they do here in Argentina that start falling apart before they’re even finished. But the price we perfectionists are paying is horrific. The fun & looseness is stolen from our doings. Most stifling. I should come and train with you… how to let go and improvise. Would I get there before death came to fetch me…?
From the Heart
Tomi
STREIFFSCHUSS FILMS AG
Tomi Streiff
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hey, I am available! That’s what I do…. Train people to improv with life!
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
(Rafael-alexandre Ramos wrote:)
Hey Frank,
I like you poem ( would make an incredible Primus song ( “the neat freak” or something like that it should be called ), but we won’t tell Les Claypool about it 😉
What don’t that filmmaker ask the so called “nut” why he is doing that ?
When I got that e-salon email, it’s the major question which have arosed in my mind ( also, why not publicities or political campain ads ? Will he tare posters about community services as well ? )
Why not tell him that everything is on the net now, maybe he won’t ever leave his house anymore trying to find and delete all those “nasty and freakish” ads off the web so you guys can post again freely on the streets 😉
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he is the kind that rips everything down. There are some who rip because the content doesn’t meet their politically correct standards. Others rip to keep their neighborhood “clean.” Still others have personal axes to grind with me. And there are some professional fliering goons hired by rock clubs who rip other fliers down. But this nut just has a quest!
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
btw, I would love to play that great video (of Sharp tearing down my posters on Telegraph Ave) on my B-TV show… A lot!
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
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Hey Frank,
I have a question that’s way out in left field so who better than you and yours? I’m writing my masters’ thesis on an obscure topic (who better than me for obscurity), the newspaper stand paperweight – cast iron blocks with ads for Time, Life, Saturday Evening Post, etc. that were popular in the 50s and 60s. I saw an expired ad on Ebay for a retired newspaper man who also
collects these and I’m hoping to find him. Ebay won’t help me and so the only clue I have is that he lives in Berkeley. Any clues or avenues to pursue would be mucho appreciated!
Thanks,
Harely
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hey, I am a professional shaman… But even I need a few clues!
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
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