I am just finishing this book, going slowly now to make it last. I love being in the the late 1960s and early 1970s with Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe, and their host of friends who are play writes, curators, poets and musicians, hearing about their lives and coincidences, they seem to run into everyone who becomes anyone in the music and art scene in New York at that time. This book makes me want to watch Godard films, read Rimbaud and buy all of Patti’s poetry books too. I love how she recognizes auspicious dates, for example she travels to France in October the month of Rimbaud’s birth just to visit his grave and the museum dedicated to him in Charleville. And fortunately for all of us she’s still around in all her respectful restlessness giving us lessons on how to work hard and try to do what we were born to. On November 6th she sang a salute to the world of Kubla Khan and the poetry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge at the Met. On December 19th she performed a 15 minute set in honor of Jean Genet‘s 100th birthday at MOMA. I’m sorry I missed them both. Here’s a link to a review of her speaking at the Whitney Humanities Center. What’s your favorite Patti Smith song or story? when was the last time you saw her perform?