That was so beautiful and personal. He was blessed to have a good friend like you. Memories can make it seem like those we have lost are still sitting beside us. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Hello! And Happy New Year ! Thanks to someone have restacked the article, I translated in french for À chacun son goût. achacunsongoutfr.wordpress.com And thanks again, it's a really beautiful text about Sam Shepard and friendship.
Well, you wrote this over a year ago and it really reached me tonight here on the first day of 2025. My second marriage is ending this year and I’m 72 years old. I just finished a pilgrimage to the sea lion caves of Oregon a different lion for sure but the one that changed my life with my two best friends fell off the cliff trying to get inside for free. That was back in 1972. And last October, I went there for the first time of my life on behalf of all of their friends many who are still with me.
So your post reached me, Patty Smith because I spent my whole life running away from grief unaware how good I was at it. I knew the tears never came easily even when I got hired to write music for documentaries about children with cancer. I became very good at writing sad music. Also comedy.
And the two are so closely connected
So maybe because this is an old thread of yours, you will read this
And feel the importance of sharing a moment with me
It’s something I think you know why else would you write that?
So much talk about love
As if friendship is down a few wrongs from that ladder with romance at the top
I think friendship love is as deep and pure as you can get
It’s the house that romance sometimes knocks at the door of and shuffles through hoping sex won’t get in the way
The last bit caught me at the turn of Cormac McCarthy’s last scene from No Country For Old Men. The sheriff (contemplating from his retirement) relates the two dreams about his father. The first one particularly snagged my imagination for Shepard’s own writing about his father in Motel Chronicles, which later seemed to morph into a scene from True West. And the second dream of the sheriff was even further in the father—about him going on before. So much of what he showed to us was like that: universal truth as a light wrapped in a blanket of wild imagination, and going on before us.
Thanks
(I was looking back on his plays and realizing how many I’d seen at La Mama back in the day. What a time!)
He was such a beautiful and creative writer. Since my childhood I would watch his movies. I felt an sadness when I learned he was gone but he is like the feeling of a breeze moving the curtains in your room as you gaze into memory.
So beautifully written about your dear friend.:)
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Good photograph by David Gahr.
Lovely
Bobby McGee <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Cg-j0X09Ag>
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Ah the Lion of Lucerne, where Salome is reputed to have broken Friedrich Nietzsche's heart.
That was so beautiful and personal. He was blessed to have a good friend like you. Memories can make it seem like those we have lost are still sitting beside us. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Hello! And Happy New Year ! Thanks to someone have restacked the article, I translated in french for À chacun son goût. achacunsongoutfr.wordpress.com And thanks again, it's a really beautiful text about Sam Shepard and friendship.
Well, you wrote this over a year ago and it really reached me tonight here on the first day of 2025. My second marriage is ending this year and I’m 72 years old. I just finished a pilgrimage to the sea lion caves of Oregon a different lion for sure but the one that changed my life with my two best friends fell off the cliff trying to get inside for free. That was back in 1972. And last October, I went there for the first time of my life on behalf of all of their friends many who are still with me.
So your post reached me, Patty Smith because I spent my whole life running away from grief unaware how good I was at it. I knew the tears never came easily even when I got hired to write music for documentaries about children with cancer. I became very good at writing sad music. Also comedy.
And the two are so closely connected
So maybe because this is an old thread of yours, you will read this
And feel the importance of sharing a moment with me
It’s something I think you know why else would you write that?
So much talk about love
As if friendship is down a few wrongs from that ladder with romance at the top
I think friendship love is as deep and pure as you can get
It’s the house that romance sometimes knocks at the door of and shuffles through hoping sex won’t get in the way
Who knows Patti Smith
May be Sam Shepherd is channelling these words
To bring you love and solace
Xo
The last bit caught me at the turn of Cormac McCarthy’s last scene from No Country For Old Men. The sheriff (contemplating from his retirement) relates the two dreams about his father. The first one particularly snagged my imagination for Shepard’s own writing about his father in Motel Chronicles, which later seemed to morph into a scene from True West. And the second dream of the sheriff was even further in the father—about him going on before. So much of what he showed to us was like that: universal truth as a light wrapped in a blanket of wild imagination, and going on before us.
Thanks
(I was looking back on his plays and realizing how many I’d seen at La Mama back in the day. What a time!)
He was a multi talented man that liked the simple things of life 🙏🏻
So sorry for the loss of your friend.
He was such a beautiful and creative writer. Since my childhood I would watch his movies. I felt an sadness when I learned he was gone but he is like the feeling of a breeze moving the curtains in your room as you gaze into memory.
What an enthralling shift one life has made...
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I am so glad he had you. I am so glad you had him.