I had the pleasure of meeting William Moritz 30 years ago. We met through a mutual friend in San Diego, California and went to LA together (after reading a Frank O'Hara poem at his house) for a Shakespeare play in Topanga Canyon. I also witnessed his glorious poetry readings with his fellow poet Margaret Porter. I was saddened to read his obituary yesterday. He died in 2004 after a long bout with throat cancer and discovered that he penned a book entitled "Optical Poetry" (a definitive biography on the works of Oskar Fischinger). I ordered it from Amazon.com and am waiting with much eagerness for its arrival. Bill gave me many of his poems (he was a giver with such a gentle heart), posters, and magazines and wrote a personal letter asking to meet to read poetry and share intimacies. After 30+ years, he went on to write two plays, became a great film historian, authored more than 100 articles, became an expert on animation, experimental film and visual music, and created 34 films! WOW, what a creative life! I am astounded that our paths met for a few months and that we both took on different artistic endeavors. His desire to create "a moving, abstract image, as fluid and harmonic as auditory music," began during the time of our brief interlude. His quote reminds me of one of Bill's films we previewed which took the music of Ray Davies (Celluloid Heroes) as a background of a film crowd exiting the theater in a slow, romantic dance that, in reflection, was his artistic statement of filming harmonic images. He died just before the publication of his monumental book that will be arriving in a few days. I wait with fond aloha and regret not having scored some film music for him, but he probably would reject the offer given his artistic aesthetics.