by Ted Joans
To so many women I owe thanks for their wise companionship
while being une femmoiselle which helped toward the success of my many
Saharan adventures. This HONEY SPOON began in Tangiers Morocco on December
30 1990 as a birthday poem for my friend the writer PAUL BOWLES. The poem
developed into riffs of prose starting with HE, just, as though I was
blowing a trumpet solo telling about something through music on the horn
and the riff was soon picked up into a swinging statement that still started
with HE and the results is the prose became simply a long-winded short
story. It was completed in ten days, but Paul Bowles never heard it, only
the title was told to him HONEY SPOON. The long-winded short story was
handwritten in a small note book and was not ready for book form or an
editor's eye until Madame Kate Welsh took charge of typing it in Paris
and then it a computerized laid-out by Monsieur Joe Francis. In an expedition
of words as this HONEY SPOON is, production depends on willing co-operation
and at times, even, on an unreasoning obedience to the author. I thank
all the minds and actions for their tolerant tactful and wise helpings
with this First, especially Jim Haynes of Handshake Editions for allowing
me the opportunity to see it in book form and published. Lastly but not
least, I want to say 'merci beaucoup' to the advance subscribers for the
Special First Edition of Honey Spoon.