Patti and Robert

Hi friends, thanks to all who follow this blog. I knew Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe’s work could be subversive questioning freedom, sexuality, religion, art etc. Tumblr has decided the contents were offensive and classified this blog as pornography. Considering this mere censorship of art, I can’t continue to share anything here and this is with feelings of anger and sadness that I stop this blog. Good bye everybody

The night is dotted with constellations crowned with a band of light, whose galactic center produces the milk of time. When shall we drink, children?

We shall drink when the seal is broken, the princess wilts and the bullseye closes.  We shall drink when the tears from the eyes of the girls in raincoats form unsullied streams, and their brothers lead us to the baptismal waters.  

The clay of the earth will be ours and there will be nothing we cannot image and therefore accomplish. We will build a miniature city from the palace of memory, yet not a temple to house our covenant. We are our own house, the living architecture.  

We shall send up a fleet of kites, scrawled with the words of the day. Kites of bleached muslin stretched over glowing cross-sticks, dressed with flowing tails.  

They will be seen drifting above the clouds, all our blameless, childish hopes.

Stalking the target, our bows indestructible, we draw and release.  The Sun shall have the fleece and the flesh shall fall away.  the secrets of the Minotaur, the grail of Parsifal and the bones of saints shall be purified, committed to the elements.

And these thing we saw written on the immense screen once known as sky. And these things we heard as prophecy's lullaby. the mountain is the mountain. The Lord is the Lord. the holy city belongs to none. the Mountains of Judah belong to none. The yielding seed belong to none. and we are the new Jerusalem.

These things are written on the wind...

Phaeton, from The Four Disgracers 1588 Hendrick Goltzius

Lisa Lyon 1980 © Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation