Letter from Wallace Fowlie (1908-1998) at Chapel Hill, North Carolina, June 30, 1990:
Dear Erik,
I have just been rereading your first letter of October 24, 1987. What you say in it about Ginsberg and The Clash and many other things is helping me at this moment.
You are probably far away on vacation, but if by chance you are home, I would greatly enjoy a visit from you and a chance to ask your advice.
Danny Sugarman and the three Doors are preparing a big book to be published December 1991 (20th anniversary of Jim's death): all the music and lyrics. To be called The Doors Complete. It will include all the pictures of Jim. They have asked me to write the preface. They have seen my memoir books and know about my Rimbaud translations. When the contract came, the terms seemed unfair to me. I hesitated to sign. Telephone messages from Danny reassured me. I signed and have begun writing the piece. It will take me most of July. Then from another address (Santa Barbara[)], Frank Lisciandro writes. He has published one volume of Jim's poems, and is preparing another. He urges me not to write for The Doors Complete.
You came to the reading and to the last Proust class. how about Carol Woods -- sometimes when you are in town and free?
Yours sincerely,
Wallace
Dear Erik,
I have just been rereading your first letter of October 24, 1987. What you say in it about Ginsberg and The Clash and many other things is helping me at this moment.
You are probably far away on vacation, but if by chance you are home, I would greatly enjoy a visit from you and a chance to ask your advice.
Danny Sugarman and the three Doors are preparing a big book to be published December 1991 (20th anniversary of Jim's death): all the music and lyrics. To be called The Doors Complete. It will include all the pictures of Jim. They have asked me to write the preface. They have seen my memoir books and know about my Rimbaud translations. When the contract came, the terms seemed unfair to me. I hesitated to sign. Telephone messages from Danny reassured me. I signed and have begun writing the piece. It will take me most of July. Then from another address (Santa Barbara[)], Frank Lisciandro writes. He has published one volume of Jim's poems, and is preparing another. He urges me not to write for The Doors Complete.
You came to the reading and to the last Proust class. how about Carol Woods -- sometimes when you are in town and free?
Yours sincerely,
Wallace
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