March 2012
Rock and roll Jesus with a cowboy mouth: Poorly... →
americanhighwayflower:
Ok so last Sunday I went to this free Creative Writing sample class at Housing Works Bookstore. I didn’t want to get up that morning (see this post) but once I got there, I saw the sign out front saying that Patti Smith was doing a free event there today. She was basically discussing her…
Killed By Florida: KBF: Patti Smith breaks... →
killedbyflorida:
It seems as though the mid to late 70’s was a particularly bad time for the Bermuda triangle-like Florida rock scene. Patti Smith was poised to take her rightful place at the head of the ‘77 punk revolution, but Florida stepped in once again and cut her career short at a most critical…
“Once I awoke and I heard your voice. I caught bits of nature in truth, our whole...”
– Patti Smith (via emmannmck)
“So many had written, conversed, and convulsed in these Victorian dollhouse...”
– Patti Smith (on the Chelsea hotel)
“We said farewell and I left his room. But something drew me back. He had fallen...”
– Patti Smith, Just Kids (via qu4drophenia)
Something Else! Reviews: Half Notes: Patti Smith... →
somethingelsereviews:
I’ve always loved it when Patti Smith busts out the poetry notebook. Long before I ever knew what the hell she was talking about, I loved the passion. Aside from a few of the more mainstream poets (Robert Frost, etc.), poetry has always been considered a fringe sort of art. So be it. This is…
whatyouwantnatalee:
I finally finished reading Patti Smith’s Just Kids. And it is a must read for anyone who is an artist, considers themselves an artist, or has ever been in love with an artist. So good.
Oh, and because of this I’m currently looking for an artist counterpart to fulfill the last one on that list. Must enjoy: foreign, silent, or overly arty indie films, public radio or vinyls,...
“The absence of glamour made it seem all the more familiar, a place that we could...”
– Patti Smith, ‘Just Kids’, p. 240. (via adreamobscene)
a-place-in-the-sun:
Patti Smith
Until the End...
philoso-punk:
Poetry in the form of
Attacks and young, free
Tenderness, blind naivety.
The wild eyed wonder of a newborn and the unlimited knowledge of the chosen few
In your eyes, a different place.
