Thank you Patti for attending to the small every day things that have meaning in their simple existence. I loved seeing your draft of this post, a cartridge pen, such a fine instrument. Thank you for writing and wringing out your socks. You make me smile.
unluckily I found the post only now, Don t know why it skipped my ordinary mail, while reading I have realized it s an intense piece of Life contained in very humble objects which (thinking of my always present slave sandals in Summer ,black boots in Autumn , bic pen blue and beloved pics inside a little book pf poetry) ) are your companions in travelling as Whitman writes : Still here I carry my old delicious burderns, "- so P atty, what you are giving us in few words is a very lyrical moment of personal life, and above all...again! you show you 've got much to write ,to offer people, and you need only few precise but necessary objects for your art..WHAT ELSE'?HUG ALE
Your “draft” is a very elegant manuscript! You have an artistic scripture ! From a French librarian curator who love your work and also poets’ handwritten. Have a good day b
Reading your pages is like meeting good friends again / in Germany we call this “Stamm Tisch” which means something like “root table” -> people use to meet a circle of friends regularly, same day same hour again and again. The pub put even a tree sign on the table which is regularly reserved for this. For ever. The week maybe have been sad, lot of work, no sun. But the day of Stammtisch arrives. And all becomes cosy and warm.
Thank you Patti for attending to the small every day things that have meaning in their simple existence. I loved seeing your draft of this post, a cartridge pen, such a fine instrument. Thank you for writing and wringing out your socks. You make me smile.
unluckily I found the post only now, Don t know why it skipped my ordinary mail, while reading I have realized it s an intense piece of Life contained in very humble objects which (thinking of my always present slave sandals in Summer ,black boots in Autumn , bic pen blue and beloved pics inside a little book pf poetry) ) are your companions in travelling as Whitman writes : Still here I carry my old delicious burderns, "- so P atty, what you are giving us in few words is a very lyrical moment of personal life, and above all...again! you show you 've got much to write ,to offer people, and you need only few precise but necessary objects for your art..WHAT ELSE'?HUG ALE
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I Love Love this Patti
Thank you for sharing these Artists thoughts you have that come from your Artist Soul
Beautiful
Gentle
Innocent
Magnificent ❤️
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My Swiss Army knife.
Thank you for reminding me how important the simplest things in life are. X
Thanks once again, Patti. 🎈 Your 'Object Lesson' brought to mind "Stone" by Charles Simic.
Stone
Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger’s tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.
From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river,
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.
I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed.
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill—
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star charts
On the inner walls.
Charles Simic
Thank you An ode to the simple things in such complex times. Reminds me of Mercedes Sosa singing Las simples cosas. Worth checking it out
Thank you for this, Patti. Today is my 24th birthday and to wake up and read this was a joy!
You have such a calming writing style, much like hearing your voice. Wonderfully way for me to start my day. Thank you for your words.
Your “draft” is a very elegant manuscript! You have an artistic scripture ! From a French librarian curator who love your work and also poets’ handwritten. Have a good day b
Reading your pages is like meeting good friends again / in Germany we call this “Stamm Tisch” which means something like “root table” -> people use to meet a circle of friends regularly, same day same hour again and again. The pub put even a tree sign on the table which is regularly reserved for this. For ever. The week maybe have been sad, lot of work, no sun. But the day of Stammtisch arrives. And all becomes cosy and warm.
This substack stuff is my new Stammtisch .
Ciao, Patti
pattis the way! check me out please patti you inspire! https://tumbleweedwords.substack.com/p/socially-awkward
Don't you just love it when the agitated wolf on stage stops singing and goes Hi Everybody!