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May 7, 1941

Memo to myself, for some future year. 
What I have gone through: 
The foreword by Waldo Frank in Hart Crane's Collected poems. 
Remember to read it over and over again, for it says much, it advises, and it inspires. 
Richard Strauss, at the farm, at Norval's. Thus Spake Zarathustra.
At last, music for me.

And doubts, and failures, and despondency. And mysticism.
The comfort of having friends: Buddy, Nancy, Lindy, Norval, Walter and Alice Wright.
Thoughts of flight: New York, Maui, Hawaii, Niihau, Lanai, Molokai.
And painting: distrust, disappointments, elation,: and now, the fusion of self and the coastline.

I was happy on Maui. Living by [[strikethrough]] my [[strikethrough]] the sea, by the lava coast, the red headlands, the brown cliffs--it was a complete, thoroughly happy experience.