“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Thursday, January 5, 2012

What Didn't Make It into My Airplane Reading Piece

I'm writing it for Chris Schaberg. I thought the prose would work better if I didn't include this one. But it's worth knowing. My dad used to be in this avant garde jazz band, Centipede. Keith Tippett, Robert Fripp, most of Soft Machine, Robert Wyatt, four other drummers (!) and up to 100 musicians all told, hence the name. After an infamous European tour it was time to fly home. It was 1971 and everyone was tripping off their face. One young woman, a violinist I think, had to be carried on board, screaming. In the middle of the flight one of the stronger people there stood up in his kaftan to reassure the passengers: "It's all right, children! It's all right my children!"

1 comment:

Christopher Schaberg said...

That's fantastic! We might have to add this as an addendum or something. (Or at least we'll include it in a sidebar in the book. Our agent wants little sidebar stories like this sprinkled throughout the book.)