“As I write this letter, I know it will never be read.”
Fan Letter of the Day: 12-year-old William H. is pissed. And rightly so.
(From Dear Mr. Potter, a blog-based charity that spent the last nine months compiling a collection of fan-submitted letters and photographs from some of Harry Potter’s biggest fans for a 100% not-for-profit book. According to the site, the book will be available for purchase this summer, with all proceeds benefiting The Harry Potter Alliance.)
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Dear Mr. Dumbledore,
Boys and girls all over the world are turning eleven and aren’t getting their letter with that famous dark green ink and dazzling red stamp embolded (sic) with the Hogwart’s crest. This is an outrage! I recently turned 12. My chance is over. So I am writing on behalf of all kids not yet over the age limit for their first year at the school of witchcraft and wizardry, to ensure that they are not overcome with the disappointment that I felt when I did not get the letter I earlier described.
Hoping all still remains well,
William H. 12
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August 2, 1993
Mr. William Burroughs
WILLIAM BURROUGHS COMUNICATIONS
Dear William:
It’s a bit odd writing someone whom I’ve never met but with whom I’ve already recorded a record. I really enjoyed the opportunity to do the record — it’s a great honor to be pictured alongside you on the back cover. I am writing you now regarding the possibility of your appearing alongside my band (Nirvana) in the first video from our new album, “In Utero.”
While I know that Michael Meisel from Gold Mountain Entertainment (my management company) has been speaking to James Grauerholz, I wanted the opportunity to personally let you know why I wanted you to appear in the video.
Most importantly, I wanted you to know that this request is not based on a desire to exploit you in any way. I realize that stories in the press regarding my drug use may make you think that this request comes from a desire to parallel our lives. Let me assure you that this is not the case. As a fan and student of your work, I would cherish the opportunity to work directly with you. To the extent that you may want to avoid any direct use of your image (thus avoiding the aforementioned link for the press to devour). I would be happy to have my director look into make-up techniques that could conceal your identity. While I would be proud to have William Burroughs appear as himself in my video, I am more concerned with getting the opportunity to work with you than I am with letting the public know (should that be your wish).
Having said that, let me reiterate how much I would like to make this happen. While I am comfortable letting Michael and James discuss this further, I am available to discuss this with you at your convenience.
Thank you very much for your consideration.
Best regards,
(Signed, ‘Kurt’)
Kurt Cobain
[source:lettersofnote:bestregards]
(via infinitebutterflies)
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Dear God,
Instead of Letting people die and haveing to Make new ones Why don’t you just Keep the ones you got now?
Jane
(via Letters of Note)
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Edgar Rice Burroughs
Tarzana, California
1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu T H
January 24 1941
Joan darling:
Your letter of the 14th was very welcome, as are all your letters. Although you sent it via air mail, it must have come by boat; as it was eight days getting here, and there has been no Clipper in for about a week. We were supposed to have had one this morning, but the morning paper now says it will arrive tomorrow; so I am sure your letter wasn’t on it. Quick, Watson, the needle!
Am glad that you liked THE DEPUTY SHERIFF. I wrote it in the summer of 1930, and we peddled it around to every magazine in the United States, with no buyers. I think Ralph did finally get rid of it to some magazine; I’ve forgotten which one now. I always liked it, and couldn’t understand why it didn’t sell readily. I guess the trouble was that all they wish from me is highly imaginative stuff. If anyone says a kind word about my work nowadays, as you did, I nearly break down and cry. I have had so many refusals lately and had my classics so gratuitously insulted over here that I have lost confidence in myself. I am getting damned sick of hearing people apologize to me for reading my stories, or pretend to grouse because they have had to read them to their children, or say that they used to read them while they were in kindergarden but have not read any for years and years. It used to amuse me, but I guess I must be losing my sense of humor. I think I shall come right back at the next one with a retort courteous, such as: “Well, you homely looking abortion, if you had the brains of a cross-eyed titmouse you’d keep your fool mouth shut instead of knocking inspired literature that has entertained a hundred million people for over a quarter of a century !!!” Do you think that would stop ‘em? or is it too courteous?
Am just starting another goofy Venus story, THE WIZARD OF VENUS. This guy is something of a hypnotist, and he has every one in his valley buffaloed into believing that he has turned all their friends and relatives into zandars (Amtorian pigs). One family keeps their daughter in a pen back of the castle. All with apologies to Merlin, the Arthurian legend, and Mark Twain.
There is something in your letter that I do not understand - Oh! I just got it. “M.A.S.” - Mutual Admiration Society. It had me guessing for a while. It has been a long time since I heard it. I, too, wish that I were back where I could see you children often. Am sure that I still have a few laughs left under my belt that the weird Burroughs wit would bring out.
Are you getting any more movie work? and did Jim get the flying instructor job? I certainly hope so. Wish Hulbert would do something with his singing. The first thing he knows he’ll have a long, white beard and have to be pushed onto the stage in a wheel chair; and I understand that there have been very few successes under such circumstances. There would always be the danger that, when he took a high note, his upper plate would fall out and get lost in his beard.
Yes, the Pacific is some puddle, and at the present writing I am no puddle jumper.
I will now terminate this foolishness. Lots of love, darling; give my best to Jim and kiss the children for me.
Always,
(Signed, ‘Papa’)
Head Janitor, M.A.S.