I am getting to these late as I was in Dharamshala for awhile soaking in the energy. My best friend died when he was 18, young and beautiful, promising, life ahead of him. You write so well from grief. His birthday was April 7 and his memorial was April 20, 44 years ago now. I even thought about how much fun we could have had together in India, I was the brash unafraid one and he would egg me along. Life and joy. Bittersweet.
Thank you for another deeply moving reading, Patti. And I always love it when you share your beautiful, mysterious “coincidences” like finding Allen with the Declaration of Independence. Such a perfect pairing, all the more so during these days of book banning. You could write a book just of all the synchronicities you’ve had and shared with us over the years. When I hear about them, I feel touched by magic. Thanks again and much love.
Patti, thank you for your video chat. Listening to you talk and being in your presence is a healing emotive even cathartic experience for me. You touch something inside me that breaks open my heart. It fuels me with tender inspiration to carry on with my own self expression. I am grateful to have these moments of communion and slow easy existence. I love how you meander with meaning from Alan Ginsburg’s memory to the constitution to Robert to love and all life’s contradictions and the sadness of loss the tragedy of life and also its beauty and ultimately the freedom to create. You are so dear to me. All love to you dear one I am always reinspired by you being exactly who you are. ❤️🌷🙏👋
I admire your writing, your music, your fascinating life, and your work ethic. Thank you for sharing your present life and your extraordinary memories of the people you knew and know!
I am getting to these late as I was in Dharamshala for awhile soaking in the energy. My best friend died when he was 18, young and beautiful, promising, life ahead of him. You write so well from grief. His birthday was April 7 and his memorial was April 20, 44 years ago now. I even thought about how much fun we could have had together in India, I was the brash unafraid one and he would egg me along. Life and joy. Bittersweet.
Ps. The white square for balance and juxtaposition….speaking analytically…
I am curious…why did you not go outside to see the eclipse….you the one who pays poetic attention to the world and its wonders ….
the white square feels like a window to illuminate Cupid’s dark room and to provide a way of escape. + thank you
Ithank you for the beautiful moments that I visualize when you read yo us and speak to us.
All my gay male friends died from 1978 - 1984. I am straight, so I knew most of those gentlemen through female friends and lovers. It was all so sad.
Ken Kesey tells of Allen Ginsberg's last words:
"Ginsberg's called in all his friends, Ferlinghetti, Gary Snyder, Gregory Corso, Peter Orlovsky, who gathered around his bedside,
and he motioned Corso to move close, and Corso moved close, and Ginsberg said, 'too-da-loo.'"
a room w an unexpected view of light
Very curious about the white square in the photograph. Perhaps it is a portal in the blackest black.
Thank you for another deeply moving reading, Patti. And I always love it when you share your beautiful, mysterious “coincidences” like finding Allen with the Declaration of Independence. Such a perfect pairing, all the more so during these days of book banning. You could write a book just of all the synchronicities you’ve had and shared with us over the years. When I hear about them, I feel touched by magic. Thanks again and much love.
Patti, thank you for your video chat. Listening to you talk and being in your presence is a healing emotive even cathartic experience for me. You touch something inside me that breaks open my heart. It fuels me with tender inspiration to carry on with my own self expression. I am grateful to have these moments of communion and slow easy existence. I love how you meander with meaning from Alan Ginsburg’s memory to the constitution to Robert to love and all life’s contradictions and the sadness of loss the tragedy of life and also its beauty and ultimately the freedom to create. You are so dear to me. All love to you dear one I am always reinspired by you being exactly who you are. ❤️🌷🙏👋
I admire your writing, your music, your fascinating life, and your work ethic. Thank you for sharing your present life and your extraordinary memories of the people you knew and know!
Patti thanks for sharing
thank you patti
One of your loveliest posts ❤️🌿🙏🏽
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