My piece on my father’s missing manuscripts and notebooks was published in Beat Scene. Thank you Kevin Ring for highlighting this matter and supporting Mordecai of Monterey! Maybe some of Mordecai’s melanoia (the feeling that good things are going to happen) will grace us all! #keithabbott #keithkumasenabbott #beatscene #beatpoets #mordecai #monterey #longmontcolorado #naropa #persephoneabbott #watergate #zen #buddhism #bouldermennonitechurch #rhinoritz
I was, by all means, skeptical. My father had never shown any interest in organized religion, but there he was in front of me in his study in Longmont, Colorado. He was talking to me about sewing up his little pouch and explaining how my mother had helped him. This was possibly a few years after his refuge vow ceremony which I missed. At the time I had been in the process of moving from Singapore back to the Netherlands. I don’t recall if I actually had been invited to witness his vows. It seems to me that I had been told about the occasion and was, in some way, expected to show up. Didn’t I understand the importance? In years prior to Keith’s…
Keith sighed and looked down into his beer.Sitting next to him in Beer Springs his good buddy asked what the matter was. “She put me on X.” “Who?” “Persephone.” “Well, you named her.” Don’t miss out and check out Routine Apparitions….or X
Spacing out in the airporton a toilet, almost no sleepwaiting for a connecting flightI think I might be hallucinatingA month quickly gone byvisiting family and friendstrying to put togetherwhat happened to my fatherThe duffle bag in front of my feet — never out of sight — filled with memorabilialovingly donated by hisfriends and familyI look up at my handbaghanging on a hook against the stall wallchecking if that too is movingThe duffle bag isrocking back and forthnot far from my toes
What happened to the literary legacy of my father, Keith Kumasen Abbott?
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Travel Blog USA 2024. I am traveling to visit friends and family and to visit Keith Kumasen Abbott’s partial archives at the University of Western Washington in Bellingham where I will discuss my father’s missing materials. Where are they? What could Eldon and Terry Mast have done with them? August 16 – 27 Topics Include: A Discussion about Responsibility and Fraudulent Identity The Boarding House on Marion/Aryan Kelton Tim Hildebrand/Keith Kumasen Abbott’s materials Keith’s High School Friends and his Mother’s Oil Paintings The Cutting of Contact/My Mother’s Mental Illness A Visit to Tacoma’s Mountain View Cemetery X-Cel Feedmill/Keith’s poem Leonard Elwood Abbott Jr. Bethlehem Lutheran Church/My Norwegian Grandparents Visiting my Grandmother’s House in Tacoma after 44 Years Looking for Cheap Groceries at Dollar Store…
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Who was Mordecai? I am working on my father’s comic novel Mordecai of Monterey for (re)publication. And the character of Mordecai was based on a long time friend of my father’s, the poet Michael Sowl. And then there is the Miracle…
Keith Recollections from his Daughter I am unable to remember when I met my father. He told me he recalled the moment even though The nurse thrust a substance upon his person To keep him (well mustached at 23 years of age) from fainting And falling on the hospital floor in a heap. He admitted he liked both: The baby and the intervention. It was a good day. I remember my father busy in the mornings writing something important. Then he’d come out of his lair for coffee. He was adored and admired for his charm and wit but he also drank coffee. He ground the beans first. It’s not a secret to making good coffee. When I was a young girl, my father…