Sent: Monday, November 12, 2012 2:59 PM
To: California History Section
Subject: Los Angeles Star 1870 enquiry
Dear Sir/ Madam,
My name's Simon O'Donovan and i'm an artist in London. I'm interested in getting hold of a digitized copy of the 'Los Angeles Star' November 12th 1870 and December 1st 1870 (story regarding Charley Clusker's search for a mythical ship in the desert). I spoke to an archivist at the University of Southern California who thinks you have a copy on microfilm. If this is the case is there anyway you would be able to allow me to receive a copy?
Thanking you in advance for your help,
Simon O'Donovan
On 13 Nov 2012, at 22:53, California History Section <cslcal@library.ca.gov> wrote:
Simon,
The California History Room should have those dates on microfilm. I will check, and if so, I will you send you scans of the articles. Do you know what pages the articles are on?
Catherine Hanson
Reference Librarian
California History Room
California State Library
900 N Street, Sacramento CA
916-654-0176
>I am interested in obtaining a digital copy of the 'Los Angeles
>Star' from 12th November 1870.
Dear Mr. O'Donovan --
I am not aware of any existing digital copies of the Star for the
date you require.
The California State Library and the Cal State Northridge Library
appear to have this issue on microfilm. Perhaps you can arrange with
them to digitize it for you.
http://www.library.ca.gov/about/cslgen3.html
http://library.csun.edu/
regards,
Claude
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CLAUDE B. ZACHARY
University of Southern California
University Archivist & Manuscripts Librarian
Doheny Memorial Library 220
Los Angeles, CA 90089-0189
(213) 740-2587
fax: (213) 740-2343
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The sweet illusions of song that tempt me to all places, in the lonely fields, and the throng of crowded spaces. I approach and it is gone, but always by night and by day the melody plays on. Cities of steel which pierce the sky, their shining roofs of gold, that vanish as he approaches, like shimmering heat. So I walk and wander along, and forever before me gleams the shining city of song, in the beautiful land of darkness. But when I enter the gate of that golden atmosphere, it is gone, and I wonder and want for the vision to reappear.The sweet ....
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Far off, across the open desert, some
ten miles to the southeast was a body
of water.
Water that shouldn't be there. Water
that hadn't been there a year before.
"Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of
the deaf shall be unstopped.
Then shall the lame man leap as a hart, and the tongue of
the dumb sing: for in the wilderness shall waters break out,
and streams in the desert.
The tragedy of Tina Nash
"I feel like a ghost, like, erm, you know, i can hear everyone
around me, but you know, i can't even see my own hand in front
of my face."
so I took them into the bedroom for
some more fun...
The life that I have is all that I have
And the life that I have is yours
The love that I have of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have, a rest i shall I have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my death of my years in the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
Leo Marks
after 'L'Origine du monde' (for the love of Limpet)
by Gustave Corbert (1866)
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O sweet illusions of song
That tempt me everywhere,
In the lonely fields, and the throng
of the crowded thoroughfare!
I approach and ye vanish away,
I grasp you, and ye are good;
but ever by night and by day,
The melody soundeth on.
As the weary traveller sees
In desert or praise vast,
Blue lakes, overhung with trees
That a pleasant shadow cast;
Fair towns with turrets high,
And shining roofs of gold,
That vanish as he draws nigh,
Like mists together rolled -
So i wander and wander along,
And forever before me gleams
The shining city of song,
In the beautiful land of dreams.
But when i would enter the gate
Of that golden atmosphere,
It is gone, and i wonder and wait
For the vision to reappear.
Anonymous
