Patti Smith
one of the best books ever written imo
Jan 15, 2025
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Patti Smith has such a way with words, this book sat with me to this day. I recommend it to everyone who asks
4d ago
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I’m not much of a reader, but I recently finished reading Just Kids and it really made my heart happy. To read about a real love story that transcends the traditional structures of love stories we usually see is so beautiful. It reminded me how people can be truly pure and loving.
Patti is also just very inspiring to me. I didn’t know really anything about her prior to reading it, but I really admire her now.
Nov 6, 2024
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Crying in H Mart I read it a few years ago and it has stuck with me. Absolutely beautiful and poignant. Highly recommend.
Just Kids was the book a bunch of my friends and I read in our early 20’s and in art school. Patti Smith is a legend, always and forever.
May 26, 2024
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i remember wondering what they must have been thinking. while the bombs were being dropped, while their high school crush was sent to fight a war he didn't want. i wondered what they spent their days doing. what their older coworkers were whispering about in break rooms. what the best cook in their friend group was thinking as they fed dinner parties with ritz pies and canned vegetable casseroles. i wondered how it felt to keep spinning when the world was falling apart, surely the citizens knew better, surely they spoke up, surely their bones were alight with rage and confidence and desperation! surely it felt cataclyismic. that's how it's always been taught. looking back, we see the patterns. looking forward, we just see another day.
these days, as my rights are being taken from me every morning, as the farmers are scared to farm and the reporters cannot report and the people are stirring unsteadily- these days i know all too well. i cut my strawberries in fours wondering if next week there will be any left. i listen to conversations in break rooms and elevators, making a tally of who's husband has a red hat and who talks about lowering taxes and whos eyes shift to the floor whenever someone says the word immigrant. i savor, save, and wonder. i worry, don't we all worry?
i hold my lover tight and blanket us in gratitude, praying it is enough that we never discover how lucky and rare this moment is.
when i was young i signed myself up for the revolution because it was exciting. then because it was necessary, and now because it is all there is. we expected songbirds and battle cries and passion, instead we carry casual, mundane grief. maybe there is no better future. maybe all there is is the hope of one.
so i no longer wonder. i know what it is to be one of the unlucky ones. i know the lack of glory in living through the next generations 'never again'. we are not revolutionaries. we are not martyrs. we are people just getting through the day. no one will write me a biography when i am gone, my diary will not be published. but my hands will be dirty and my soul will be light when they accuse me of the crime of being human. i lived, despite it all, during it all. isn't that what it's all about?
Jan 28, 2025
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if love is static, my lover is a fuse. hot, bright, and full of wonder, my love catches my eye and catches flane. if love is an orchestra , my lover is the conductor, i am never afraid for what is coming next. if love is fast, fickle, or angry my lover is not my lover. they are a star instead, a metaphor and the antidote, an achievement but never a trophy, a captured heart but never a conquest. if love is the reason they are the light. i am coming like a vision before the end. we are together and unique, seperate but conjoined. i am not alone in the night. what a joy! what a joy! what a joy! i am not alone in the night.
Jan 23, 2025