“When does it cease to be something beautiful, a faithful aspect of the heart, to become off-center, slightly off the axis, and then hurled into an obsessional void?” — Patti Smith

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“When does it cease to be something beautiful, a faithful aspect of the heart, to become off-center, slightly off the axis, and then hurled into an obsessional void?” — Patti Smith

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“What is blood’s currency weighed against the needs of a hungry child? Where do our efforts fall on the scales of worth? The scroll unwinds, the angels guide my little boat. I drag a net and haul away the cast-off coat, skin, loves, dying cells from the tides of the water body. I see myself on that same balcony of the Hotel Suisse, just a writer on holiday, dressed in white, gazing intently upon a triangular speck in the center of the bay. The vague itch returns. What shall I write of and what shall I vow? I promise to be good. I will write of a young girl who finds a small hand mirror lying in the grass. She signals to that speck, so far away and yet so very close. She joyfully leaps, suspends mid-air, then touches down with arms outstretched. Welcome, rebel hump, she cries, I am you.” — Patti Smith (Bread of Angels)
Patti Smith, Seattle, WA, 1995
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The fog seemed to glow and was everywhere save where he stood. He played another game of moving swiftly so as to observe the bright hole where he had been, but it moved with him—and the fluttering within was ominous and strange. And he was transported to the October of his youth. The brilliant trees burned through the heavy mist and he climbed them to pluck leaves of gold, cramming fistfuls inside his sweater, imagining the wealth that would be his. But, in his own room, they had lost the properties contained in that eerie light and they were no longer gold. Just dry crinkling leaves. And he lay back on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling fathoming roses and serpents, surrendering upon a bed of leaves into the good graces of sleep.
—Patti Smith, from “Rank and File” (The Coral Sea)

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Collage made by Thurston Moore from his diary ‘Street Mouth’ released in 2011
“We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free.” — Patti Smith
“She call me up at five in the morning and say in a perky voice, “Wanna go to the beach?” Patti always wore black to the beach: black pants, a black shirt, and a black sweater. I talked to her almost every day. I thought she was my best friend. One afternoon I called and she told me she’d packed up everything in the apartment and was walking out the door to go live in Detroit with Fred Smith. She had met her angel and was leaving it all to be with him. I asked her to call me from Detroit. She did, thirteen years later.”
— Lynn Goldsmith, from Rock and roll stories
patti smith by robert mapplethorpe, 1978, silver gelatin print, 20 × 16 inches
Patti Smith by Derek Hudson

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i remember patti performing ‘dancing barefoot’ with her band on a late night show in 1999 but it’s disappeared from youtube and any information on it has been scrubbed from the internet like i literally cannot find anything on it anywhere :’) i’ve got the audio saved as “late night. 1999” but for the life of me cannot remember who the host was ugh.
“We broke our mother's heart and became ourselves. We proceeded to breathe and therefore to leave, drunken, astonished, each of us a god.” — Patti Smith, Auguries of Innocence
Sun is rising on the water
Light is dancing again
Let's go under where the sun beams
Let's go under my friend
Are we sleeping
Are we dreaming
Are we dancing again
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶 𝗦𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗵 NYC, 1979, by Robert Mapplethorpe.

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“My first and last image of Robert was that welcoming smile and everything else in between. And it was this symmetry, it was like a blessing, you know.”
“Robert was such a part of my consciousness, I was seeing him everywhere, I dreamed of him constantly. I actually saw him like a hologram sitting in a chair while I was folding laundry, that’s how much he was around. I didn’t know even what it was, I mean, it’s a form of grief but it’s also like I was haunted really. I couldn’t get him out my sight line, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. And in going to the sea, the sea is so vast and it’s pure and it’s bigger than us. The sea has seen it all and it’s philosophic but empathetic, and welcoming but you could drown in it or be cleansed by it.”
“Allow yourself all the different things that you feel in losing somebody. You do crazy things when you lose somebody, like all of the sudden you just leave the house and buy something expensive or do something out of character. Don’t judge yourself. Let yourself be angry or let yourself not feel anything, don’t feel guilty. Just allow all of your cells and all of your being to go through it’s process. I mean, I cried more for Fred years after he died, it was like I was in such shock losing him. And I had so much responsibility and I had two young children […] so a lot of the things that I felt were more intense years later. There’s no rules and there shouldn’t be any rules. And there’s all of these phrases like, ‘time heals all wounds’, it doesn’t, don’t look to be healed. You have a sacred wound, take care of it, don’t let it get infected. But it’s not necessarily gonna heal, you just learn to live with it.”
Patti Smith at a portrait session for Le Monde 2 in Paris on February 19, 2008 by Derek Hudson