An Open Letter to Brenda Venus
Dear, dear Brenda: It’s come to my recent attention that you have found yourself in the lucrative market of memorabilia. Not only is the public, with the right cash, allowed to buy an old bra of yours, we can also, if the money’s right, purchase some actual things that the late-great Henry Miller touched, and maybe not only touched but sweated in or sweated over. And so I figured, if these things are not allowed their posterity and are not going to be freed in good thoughts for admirers and nosy academics to view and not own, maybe you, Brenda Venus, would like to take some of your earnings and give in return.
With a friendly and generous ‘V’ you could sell bVenus ‘lingerie’ until you run out of string. You could sell more Henry Miller watercolors, more love letters, more things that the great man touched. Or, with a plump and happy ‘M’ you could link to the Henry Miller library and it would be as if you passed up the chance for a lousy buck… almost. But who cares for old stuff of dead men when there’s money money money! Maybe, Brenda Venus, you would like some of our help as we would like some of yours.
So, Brenda Venus, what do you say? It’s a long time till death yet and you’ve got a name and an image still faltering in the ranks. True, some beauty never dies, but one must be truly beautiful for that to happen. To Look only matters in who you present yourself to be but shrinks once sunk down off the surface. I can’t imagine Brenda Venus, what you learned from Henry Miller; but then again, perhaps it was only sex.
Reinstate your name Brenda Venus! Give an ‘M’ today!
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