I'm not the biggest Patti Smith fan in the world, by a long shot, but she is one of my favourite musicians, and I was just shocked that I couldn't find a Patti Smith blog on tumblr. So I decided to make this one. (I have now located a couple of other blogs dedicated to this wonderful person)
If you don't know who she is, just google her or whatever. You won't regret it.
To me, Patti Smith is the ultimate representation of what it means to be an artist, and a role model to any person, no matter of their circumstance or the person they are.
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Posts tagged Just Kids
The train ride to Paris was uneventful. I realized at one point I was crying. Once in Paris, I boarded the Metro to the station Piere-Lachaise, for I had one more thing to do before returning to New York. It was raining again. I stopped at a florist just outside the cemetery walls and bought a small bundle of hyacinths and proceeded to search for Jim Morrison’s grave. At that time there was no marker, and it was not easy to find, but I followed messages scrawled by well-wishers on neighbouring headstones. It was completely silent, save the rustling of autumn leaves and the rain, which was becoming more pronounced. On the unmarked grave were gifts from pilgrims before me: plastic flowers, cigarette butts, half-empty whiskey bottles, broken rosaries, and strange charms. The graffiti surrounding him were words in French from his own songs: C’est la fin, mon merveilleux ami. This is the end, beautiful friend. Patti Smith, Just Kids p.231 (via beautyisanillusion)
He looked at me, his look of love and reproach. My love for him could not save him. His love for life could not save him. It was the first time that I truly knew he was going to die. He was suffering physical torment no man should endure. He looked at me with such deep apology that it was unbearable and I burst into tears. He admonished me for that, but he put his arms around me. I tried to brighten, but it was too late. I had nothing more to give him but love. Patti Smith, Just Kids (via distantheartbeats)
Laughter. An essential ingredient for survival. And we laughed a lot. Patti Smith, Just Kids (via distantheartbeats)
I would never serve as the source of his inspiration, though in attempting to articulate the drama of my feelings I became more prolific and I believe a better writer. Patti Smith, Just Kids (via writingtoreachyou)
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