What can I say? Patti Smith is brilliant in every way.
When I find myself wondering what it’s all about, this life – all I need to do is read a poem by Patti Smith, or listen to a song, and I remember. Nothing special and divine at the same time.
I just read her books, M Train, and before that Devotion. I miss New York – and I am grateful. I am grateful for my time there, especially the 90s and the huge amounts of creative input and output – all the music, the art, the learning, the passion, the love, the gray dusty light.
I have yet to read Year of the Monkey. I am glad to have something to look forward to.