She From Tumbledown Cottage
each sip of black coffee
each dip of brown bread
in a bowl of light olive oil
&
her introspections excavate
meandering slowly amid a
deep interior
&
the thorny
world she ambles around
woman so odd & amiable
inventories her incentives
affecting eccentric flashes
of
humour
resolute
faith
melancholy
memory
&
consolations of art
she from tumbledown cottage
transacts in first-person vignettes
& artful snapshots
akin to navigating a lucid dream
& performs w/ sincerity of spirit
she from tumbledown cottage
traversed
dive bars in Detroit
Frida Kahlo’s Blue House
Café ‘Ino
Rockaway
Beach, NY
Paris, France
in her
she from tumbledown cottage
I find my own kernels of truth
&
resonance
**
I am currently in love with Patti Smith. More than I ever
have been. I started reading ‘M Train’: it is so beautifully written, so ethereal,
so solitary, sumptuous and satisfying I am savouring every single second by
reading at a snail’s pace. I don’t want to miss anything she says, or sees,
imagines.
I am fascinated by her perceptions, her connections, her approach
to art, the world, kindness, simplicity, and her humanity. She speaks of those
she loves, those she’s lost with such tenderness and loyalty that it almost
breaks my heart. She has lived such a life, in the kind of way that I will
never be able to. While there is envy there, I am grateful I can now visit with
her, through prose, poetry, music and be transported accordingly.
Patti Smith is a masterful artist. She is an
extraordinary woman with an exceptional intellect and heart. ‘M Train’ has
rekindled my need to approach my days with kind consideration, to ensure art is
part of all of them, whether I make it or intake it.
If you are looking for a good book, give ‘M Train’ a
try. I am smitten.
I am still working on a writing exercise that this book
has inspired. I hope to complete it shortly.
In propinquity,
Nic
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