mia loves henry miller – Letter 20 – Quick Letter: Getting Ready for Naughty New Year’s Eve Burlesque Show

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Letter 20 – Quick Letter: Getting Ready for Naughty New Year’s Eve Burlesque Show

“Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.” —Henry Miller

12/30/2011 9:48 p.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

I’m sorry this is such a quick letter.   I have been so busy with getting ready for my burlesque show for tomorrow night.   Last year, we had over 500 people attending our Dr. Farrago’s Burlesque Theater Naughty New Year’s Eve Show at TS Bar and Grill in the Minneapolis, suburbs.   This is our second year doing a NYE show at this venue.  We have a large assortment of entertainment this year – burlesque, boylesque, magic, tap dancing, belly dancing, singing, music, variety acts and so much more!  The talent I have booked is amazing!  I have been dealing with the organization of this show, rehearsing my own burlesque and magic numbers, and doing other miscellaneous show stuff all week – business related emails, phone calls, meetings, and all of the necessary obligations which go with producing a high quality burlesque show with an extremely large cast.

To see a promo video, please click on the link in my Blogroll’s list of links on the right of my page – Naughty New Year’s Eve Promo Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 19 – The Nightclub, The Gothic, The Kinky, and the Land of the Misfit Toys

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Letter 19 – The Nightclub, The Gothic, The Kinky, and the Land of the Misfits Toys

“I masturbate often, luxuriously, without remorse or after distaste.  For the first time I know what it is to eat.  I have gained four pounds.  I get frantically hungry, and the food I eat gives me lingering pleasure.  I never ate before in this deep carnal way.  I have only three desires now, to eat, to sleep, and to fuck.  The cabarets excite me. I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine.  Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desires in me.   I want to dance. I want drugs.  I want to know perverse people, to be intimate with them.  I never look at naïve faces.  I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it.  Henry does not give me all this.  I have aroused his love.  Curse his love.  He can fuck me as no one else can, but I want more than that.  I’m going to hell, to hell, to hell.  Wild, wild, wild. ” –Anais Nin, Henry and June Diaries, page 179

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mia loves henry miller – Letter 18 – Caged Infatuation, Goodbye My Mistress, Anais Nin, Henry and June

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Letter 18  Caged Infatuation, Goodbye My Mistress, Anais Nin, Henry and June

“The last afternoon in Henry’s hotel room was for me like a white-hot furnace. Before, I had only white heat of the mind and of the imagination; now it is of the blood. Sacred completeness. I come out dazed in the mellow spring evening and I think, now I would not mind dying. Henry has aroused all my real instincts, so that I am no longer ill at ease, famished, incongruous in my world. I have found where I fit. I love him, and yet I am not blind to the elements in us which clash and out of which, later will spring our divorce. I can only feel the now. The now is so rich and so tremendous. As Henry says, ‘Everything is good, good.’” –Anais Nin, The Diaries of Henry and June, page 77

12/20/2011 8:45 p.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

I’ve accomplished much today, cleaning the house, hanging pictures, re-arranging the furniture. It’s been almost a year since Mr. C’s mother died. We had been taking care of her for the past few years, living downstairs, in my mother in – law’s small suburban home, in a small, basement apartment. I have not done anything to the upstairs of her house, to make it my own, until now. It’s looking really good. I like taking a zero budget, using whatever is already in my house, to transcend the plain and ordinary into the decorative and sublime. It’s like transcending tin to gold. It’s kind of a creative rush.

Last night I was going through some of my files, diary entries or letters to you, which I have written over the past ten years, to find material for the letters I’m presently writing to you. I found a diary entry which I published with Mindcaviar.com almost a decade ago. I really enjoyed writing this one. It’s a memory worth re-living. It will give you a deeper understanding of my relationship with MJ. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 16 – The Death of Kim Jong Il, My Korean Heritage, and My Life as a Liberated Woman Living in America

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Letter 16  The Death of Kim Jong Il, My Korean Heritage, and My Life as a Liberated Woman Living in America

12/19/01 – 9:17 a.m.

“I have said over and over again that I can understand a man committing murder in passion; if I were a judge I would condone such crimes. But I cannot bring myself to believe that killing indiscriminately in cold blood, which is what war entails, is justifiable.  As for killing an idea by killing the man who cherishes it, that to me is simply too preposterous for words.” –Henry Miller, Remember to Remember

Dear Henry Miller,

(I’m sorry – this letter is not laced with kinky, sexual stuff – but, it’s essential to my story)

I have a bitter taste of great dislike in my mouth for North Korea’s president, Kim Jong IL, who passed away yesterday from a heart attack, age 69.  I am an American citizen. I’m grateful that I do not have to live in the outrageous conditions of control, or the same state of fear Kim Jong IL and North Korea has instilled inside so many people, for so many decades.  But, I have extreme gratitude for my Korean ancestors and mother, who changed all of that for me and my present freedoms. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 15 – Summer Heat, Northern Lights, and Sex by Duluth’s Fresh Water Sea

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Letter 15  Summer Heat, Northern Lights, and Sex by Duluth’s Fresh Water Sea

12/18/2011 – 11:01 a.m.

“Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.” –Henry Miller

 

Dear Henry Miller,

Mr. C has to work today.  He had to work all day yesterday as well.  Mr. B is also busy with work – writing the outline for his new book, and spending some quality time with his wife.  I have the day to myself to write and clean the house (writing-Yay! Cleaning bleh!)  I’m having my large family come for Christmas Eve Dinner.   I still have much to do.   I have no clue as to where I will place them all inside my tiny, 1940’s style home.   I was teasing Mr. C, this morning, that I was going to walk to the nearby dollar store and buy some garland to drape on the fireplace.  He practically puked.  I chuckled at his response, which was predictable.  Mr. C is a Scrooge as well.  We are a match made in Heaven. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 14 – Fortune Cookies, Dirty Talk, Spankings and the Smashed, Stepped on Fried Szechuan Green Bean

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Letter 14  Fortune Cookies, Dirty Talk, Spankings and the Smashed, Stepped on Fried Szechuan Green Bean

“I don’t believe in health foods and diets.  I have probably been eating the wrong things all my life—and have thrived on it.  What I do I do first for enjoyment.” –Henry Miller, on Turning Eighty

“Writing is its own reward.” –Henry Miller

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