Manuscripts/Mixed Material Letter from Aaron Copland to Israel Citkowitz, September 22, 1931.
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Sept 22 
Dear Israö ----
I was awfully glad to get your note. I was on the point of having very lugubrious thoughts on the subject of our relations, the kind of thoughts you had (apparently) last summer, and which I was now really feeling only for the first time. I was on the point of writing you, not to make playful approaches, but to tell you seriously how sad it made me feel to think you were slipping away and that we were gradually losing all sense of contact the moment we were separated. I'm sure that this habit we've gotten into of not corresponding any longer is bad. I dont even mean the writing of honest-to-God letters because I know they need a certain amount of 'inspiration' about which one can do nothing. But it's the lack of any word at all which creates the vacuum and discourages the writing of any serious letters ever. N.B. and I never correspond but that is an entirely different matter, because our relationship is more or less static and will always remain what it is now. But our case is different and we cant go on for two years , as we just have, with impunity. I dont mean that its your fault that we havent written each other; I suppose if I kept writing letters, you'd reply. Je constate, c'est tout. Its both our faults, -- and here is a beginning, in a new direction
Paris isn't on my itinerary, which is now practically settled. I'm leaving here on Oct 1st and gradually working my way back to Berlin by way of Fez, Algiers, Marseilles, Genoa, Innsbruck, Munich. That gets me to Berlin about the 10th. There are several reasons for my going back, -- Roger & Barbara will be living there, and the I.S.C.M. is intending to give the all American orchestral concert I told you about. I plan to stay until about Dec 15, and then go directly to London and sail for home from there. There may be a chamber music concert to arrange in London if the English section of the I.S.C.M. will further the idea. (I wrote Edward Evans suggesting your songs as a part of the program.) Anyway, I want to be home by about Jan 1, in order to hear Koussie do the Ode (endlich!).
If I stay at Strub's again, as I hope to do, and if the extra bed is still there, you must come to visit me for a week or so. All you'll need is carfare. We'll time your visit well, so that it comes at some special time, when some special event is being given. Though I imagine Germany will be special event enough all by itself. (I wonder if you know that Fred Jacobi's wife is giving a violin Sonata Recital there in Nov. with Ribaupierre.)
Tanger has been an experience. I cant say its been very good for my work; so that I'll be glad to get back to civilization and piano tuners, but I feel I've seen something. The Oriental part of the World, in short. For instance, Paul and I were invited to an Arab's home for lunch. The women disappear at the sound of a stranger and one eats with ones hands out of a common dish with the male members of the family. I mention this because I get much more of a kick out of seeing one interior than seeing the outsides of a dozen villages. Nevertheless, they say Tanger is too international, and that one must go further South to see the real Arabian Cities -- so I'm going to spend a few days at Fez on my way back. Fez, they say, hasn't been open to Europeans very long.
It gave me a 'coup' to see you at a Paris address. Have you actually moved from Juziers, bag and baggage? The paragraph about that miscreant Teddy Chanler made me think you are just like the Queen in 'Alice in Wonderland' who goes about crying 'Off with his head!' about everyone she sees or knows. It made me tremble for my own. Of course you?re right, but what did poor Teddy do?
The only music I have with me is the volume of Mozart's Quartets and Quintets. I'm getting to know it well, all of it, and will leave Morocco understanding him 100% better.
My address is American Legation here until Oct 1 -- after that Am. Express in Berlin.