I want to wrap my arms around this post and fall asleep curled around the words. Thank you to pleasekillme.com for posting it, and for celebrating one of the most influential female artists of our century.
When I lived in Connecticut, I met a long-haired boy named David who lived in New York City. I can’t remember his last name, but he was tall and had a nice smile. He lived in the most incredible one-bedroom apartment on Broadway, but it he wasn’t the real owner, He was subletting from an artist, a girl who was living abroad in Italy.
The apartment had a large bedroom, a small kitchenette, and a tiny office with a library. One night when I was visiting him, I explored the books on the shelves and found a novel titled Babel by Patti Smith. It was a signed edition, in perfect condition. I was twenty-two years old, and I had never heard of Patti Smith before. It was 1991, and I had the whole world in front of me.
David let me take the book home, even though it didn’t belong to him. I still have it, 22 years later.
“Beneath the Southern Cross” is one of my favorite songs from her many, many to choose from. Smith wrote “Beneath the Southern Cross” with Jeff Buckley and released it as a part of her 1996 masterpiece “Gone Again”. There are many versions of this song on utube; I prefer this one because of the simplicity and because Lenny is in it.
All hail the Godmother of Punk.
It is very strange to write about myself. I was a teenager in Chicago during the 1980’s, and am heavily influenced by the punk, gothic and industrial musicscene from that time period. My musical influences include Patti Smith, Nick Cave, Tom Waits, the Cure, Bauhaus, Skinny Puppy, Rites of Spring, and the Swans. I can still rock that Siouxsie Sioux black eye make up, if the right
event came around!
I respect and admire so many different authors, so I couldn’t possibly just list
a bunch of names. I think that would be insincere. Instead, let me just say that I can never get tired of reading Patti Smith or RayBradbury. I adore John Shirley, both the man and the myth. More recently, I have become deeply enamoured with the
Mythpunk genre, particularly the writings of TheodoraGoss and Amal El-Mohtar.
Last year, I couldn’t decide if I was insulted or not when someone told me that I
was an ‘enigma’. I may look quiet and unassuming, but I have the heart and soul
of an Aquarian Rebel. You know what they say – never judge a book by its cover.
Unless it is one of my books.
In that case, I hope you are able to see the images in each word which I have carefully
chosen, and that the unraveling embroidery of my story speaks volumes to you.
Don’t ever forget how to fly-