SHEPARD TO DARK
June 1, 1988âVirginia
[HANDWRITTEN]
Dear John,
Great to hear from you. I was beginning to wonder if youâd finally given up on our long alliance.
Sounds like all your pursuits are as strange & idiosyncratic as mine. Mostly now our lives are consumed by raising three little kids. Itâs a 24 hour task with hardly any let-up. It runs the full gamut of emotions & the rewards & failure are absolutely immediate. Our little girl Hannah Jane loves singingâshe loves to be sung to & told stories to. Sheâs at that age (2) where every story or song takes on mythic proportions. Iâve dug up a lot of my old Cowboy songs which she canât get enough ofâespecially lines like âThe Fiery & the Snuffy are rarinâ to goâ1âI take her out on one of my old Quarter Horses & we ride around the farmâshe likes splashing through the creek on horseback. By the wayâisnât it great that Jesseâs working with horses up in Santa Rosa & making money on his own! Iâm really proud of him.
Our little son, Walker, is just turning a year old & has just learned to walk (hence the name). Heâs cut a bunch of teeth that go six ways to Sunday in his mouth.
Shura is a tall, elegant 7 year old nowâplaying violin & going to school.
Summer is now upon us. Very hotâin the hundreds. Weâve been planting lots of gardens. Vegetables & roses. In fact the activity is non-stop.
Iâm trying to write another screenplay which Iâd like to shoot maybe in the winter.2 Itâs a period Western in black & whiteâsomething Iâve always wanted to do. This production company is very happy with my last film so they say theyâll put up the bread for another one. I canât believe I can actually make films now.âIf you get a chance to see Wimâs new film Wings of Desire, try to see it. Itâs incredible. All about Angels. The best thing heâs ever done & shot in beautiful black & white.
I donât know what to say except occasionally I do miss those amazing days where weâd get stoned & just wander around through shopping markets or ride bikes or just stare at life & go on mental journeys. There was something so great about that time but I guess itâs gone. Hard to believe things just pass like that but I guess you just go on to the next saga of oneâs life.
Hope all is well with you & Scarlett. Say hi to Jesse & O-Lan.
Your friend,
Sam
Notes
1. From the nineteenth-century cowboy song âI Ride an Old Paint.â
2. According to Shepard, the screenplay was for Silent Tongue (1993), the second film he directed. It starred Richard Harris, River Phoenix, and Alan Bates.
DARK TO SHEPARD
November 3, 1988
[HANDWRITTEN]
Sam
Although lateâI wanted you to know I was thinking of you on your birthday. This is a birthday card. Happy Birthday Old Man.
It is doubtful that Iâll be in a position to meet you in New Mexico this winter owing to the time away from home it will take to drive and the moneyâwhich Iâm saving to take Scarlett and Magic to Hawaii.1 So more time will pass.
From time to time I meet people in âThe Workâ in the street and it amazes me how far into the past all that has receded. I guess it has taken another form altogether.
I send you the last episode in the section entitled âwomenâ (which actually begins with my Mother.) Wellâeverything changes but this is whatâs happening now. Try writing Cowboymouth today and see what comes out [Great idea: Hemingway is forced to re-write For Whom the Bell Tolls 30 years later.] Everyoneâs New work is the re-writing of their old work. The ultimate on âcalling yr shot.â
Be of good health and cheer. Scarlett & I send Birthday
Love
John
Notes
1. Magic was Johnnyâs girlfriend for a few years in the late 1980s.
SHEPARD TO DARK
October 3, 1989âVirginia
[HANDWRITTEN]
Dear John,
FunnyâI was thinking of you too, right about the time your letter arrived. Must be the weather. Those crisp Fall days when weâd be aimlessly stoned, wandering the streets of Mill Valley & goofing on anything that happened to jump into our heads. Those were some high times! I was thinking, last time I was up there, that weâd just somehow miraculously fall back into that way of being with each other but I guess everything changes. Still it was good to see you & Scarlett, although thereâs a sadness in it that I canât seem to get over. How we all just become separate from each other, after all that time of being so close.
Iâm having one hell of a time with my writing lately. Canât seem to finish anything. Iâve got four incomplete plays on my desk & seven storiesâbut nothing is finished.
The kids are all in amazing form. The girls both going to school & Walker T-Bone discovering heâs a boyâcrashing around making airplane sounds & diving into the furniture.
Weâve had 32 inches of rain this year so horse activities have been cut back to a minimum. Trying to get some Foxhunters started for the winter season.
I have to return to L.A. on the 14th thru the 16th of this month for a re-shoot of Defenseless.1 Iâll be staying at the Four Seasons Hotel on Dohenyâif you want to give me a call down there. I really donât want to leave the farm now that Fall has arrived but I guess I have to go. It would be great to see you if you happen to find yourself in L.A. around then.
Love to Scarlett & keep writing those juicy autobiographical memoirsâtheyâre great!
Your pal,
Sam
Notes
1. Defenseless (1991) was directed by Martin Campbell and starred Barbara Hershey, Mary Beth Hurt, and Shepard.
DARK TO SHEPARD
October 11, 1989
[HANDWRITTEN]
Dear Sam
Got your letterânice letter and yes I puzzle over the same fate that befell us, first being in one life and then suddenly in another, hardly ever seeing each other, speaking or writing. I think we achieved a kind of openness of communication [. . .] by the proximity of us living in the same house, passing from room to room etc. [. . .] we generally pursued our own varied interests which have always been dissimilar from each other.
I tooâalways hoped, (after you left) that each time we met (here, Santa Fe, Virginia) weâd fall back into those great statesâie: that incredible horse ride we tookâstonedâon the desert in N.M. orâstonedâsitting in the bedroom in Santa Fe contemplating shooting up the new wall with shotgun orâstonedâat the gun show and later in the upstairs room of the house in Iowa that time I came with Sharon.
So at first of course I kept pushing for us to get loaded and (therefore crazy) when I first came to Santa Feâwhich must have been unsettling for Jessica and maybe the reason she didnât want me to visit.
But for the most part I never could understand why we couldnât manage to be free somewhere for a day or days at a time as on that proposed trip we were one time going to make camping out, riding the highways [. . .] instead . . . we always met âby the way,â always with other people. Even last train visit to Virginia, we were never once alone away from Jesse or people in the editing room. Or here . . . aside from 1/2hr meeting in Dennyâs, never just you and me walking the beaches or hiking or riding or swimming all day alone because it needed to get worked in with Jesse and Sandy and other obligations.
And now, due to one thing and another I canât smoke anymore and donât drink yet I refuse to believe we canât somehow hit those states between us on the natch and I still feel that one day we will be able to meet in some âneutralâ place and just amble around digging things and each other the way we used to do because my feelings for you, my admiration love remains intact in spite of limitations of time and situation so regardless of âhow longâ Iâll never let us lose touch.
Me and Scarlett are taking a trip at the end of November. From here up to Renoâthrough Donner pass, down other side of Sierra thru Owens Valley to Big Pine, visit friends there then on to Shoshone in Death Valley arriving Thanksgiving. Two days there and then down to Palm Springs to meet up with my girlfriend Magic whoâll be there having just come off a weekâs hike in the desert. Then over to (donât know how to spell it but itâs pronounced âOh-Hiâ) where Krishnamurti foundation & library is (thatâs where he died) and then home. Having both Goldens with us the whole way.
So in honor of the trip I just bought a beautiful little 38 police special Smith & Wesson. Very small & light. Undercover like the kind the cops wear tied to their ankles or down the back of their pants.
I may have mentioned am reading for first time Moby Dick and donât laugh if you havenât actually read it through word for word but I think still itâs the greatest thing Iâve ever read. One of those pieces you canât imagine a human writing.
I wanted to tell you about my trip to Arizona to see that first love of mineâof which I told you a bit over the phone last time. But itâll keep.
Meanwhile I am writing away at the never to end Bio.
âAn old jazz piece was on the player. Marion and I started dancing. I laid her back on the white marble table, where the vet used to kill the dogs, and pulled her pants down. She held on to the sides of the table while I ate her but I was drunk and im...