The video was oh so lovely...such a poignant moment with the backdrop of the film...and such delicacy in the singing and the playing....I have thought about this for ages afterwards....
Incredible interpretation and soul. Hope to see you in Dublin this summer. Keep shining Patti, keep singing, both a same action, we bounce off one another so incredibly invisibly, we march on for we came to dance in all these forms.
Hauntingly beautiful a reviewer would say. The magical experience with Patti singing to us, so lovingly whilst the incredible film is beyond. We are both participant and viewer. To me it evokes deep honesty from the body, and especially in the relations of men. As a gender interloper into the straightdude world at construction sites, I have seen this from their sometimes twisted and mean perspective. Not all but the worst were very violently anti queer, talking about fag bashing in the city during lunch breaks, fag baiting me into anti female shaming and threatening me bodily with the power to throw a switch and electrocute my ass. Hayew! There was an interesting language spoken in the eyes of the men in various roles of lover, shamer, cultural role model of some but god help those for whom john wayne is a role model. The film is dynamo! As someone who broke into see these eyes blazed at me, I seen one or two of these looks on the job, when they saw me out of overalls, no but in street clothes or sometimes in drag as a chic… It is a look that one doesn’t forget, like it tries to brand you. Nobody got to be branded though. We know what can’t be unknown. Seemed to have gotten off track but the film with Patti singing in front with the shadows and the placement of photography, the storyline emotions transmitted is dynamite! What a piece of art, so aware and explicit in the emotions it evokes in the viewer. The coordination and choreographed dynamics that are collaged on top of each other are genius. I hope others got as much from watching it (several times) as I did. The film, first scene that stands out to me is of the video at 2:40, evokes images in brain of pain, disrespect. At 2:42, the paused frame is quintessential as a poster image for whole video. Super stark with shadows on the wall behind Patti. But the two guys from an old movie, by the looks of it give each other looks loaded with emotions then there’s the friend who looks on with disdain, judgmental, but complit with a silencing look, as many of us are apt to experience daily. Then the iconoclastic image of john wooden tooth wayne as accepted masculinity in a good, god fearin’ het world- this image to any of us who are aware as to how men can express themselves from a place of fear and pain or a from a place of love can see and call out the naked emperor ideology- goodbye colonizer culture, not gonna miss ya but I will miss my gunsmoke watching fox news aficionado father and the same generation of Patti Smith, dearest transformed Bowie, Lou Reed, Maplethorpe, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Nina Simone, Rachel Corie, Tom Petty, Sinead O’conner, James Baldwin, Joni Mitchell, Kenzaburo Oe, Emoto Masaru, all the journalists and healers who know they have a high liklihood of being shot down by the israeli arm but do what is needed anyhow, just as Victor Jarra had his hand beaten to a pulp by the Argentian goon squad of pinochet, was told “lets hear you play guitar now”, who then led the victim crowded football stadium into song before being executed, Leonard Peltier, my neice, my best friend and lover, my other best friend, and all those who have changed all of us so much.
Then the artful cutting out of the eyes brings an acknowledgement of what we seek. Do you find yourself searching up on the screen for the eyes? I do. We are drawn to the eyes for a human connection. To have those missing from the screen is disconcerting as we are denied them. Have to watch again, like at the beginning with the girl with the Monday character eyes makes you think of someone else in your life who is this character represented, someone who would say “Are they made with REAL girl scouts?” Then there is a searching idolizing, he smiles cause he’s supposed to smile, then she smiles, flutters. Patti spread out hands when she says “pawns”. Life is beautiful, all the wonder in the world despite poverty, love, kindness, resilience. 2:12 a vision Greek movie set vibe, like “The Tempest” with early Molly Ringwald, John Cassavetes, Sarandon, and Raul Julia (another late great) b &w footage shows children looking upon one as they tend to do, to adults. So this scene at 2:19 is interesting juxtaposition of film in background, Patti larger than life in foreground, playing “in another eye” is sounding from the other side of the transmitter, that is Patti, as she is between the film and the audience. She interprets it to the world, that is both the audience there- all you coughers out there, and those of us watching from our laptops or phones. Super rad visual/auditory collage! The scene of the kids looking back at the viewer/audience as if what? Recrimination, demands, redress? All valid emotions considering our part in this world we have all had a hand in creating. Where the children are reminds me of town squares in Mexico, maybe sitting in a fountain in the middle of a town, in zocalo. Behind them are priests that step forward behind them, signifying their approval for the message of the kids. These are the holy ones, the truth tellers of our time. All the while, Patti is lovingly extruding her words, perfect in her mannerisms, shadow play and passion. What a thing of beauty!
This my last post in awhile cause I get to go have an adventure in Anchorage; honey and I getting back soul pieces at White Crow Healing Center, which I heard about from the white crow seen there of late. Then back to KS, give away the grows, throw the doggie in the car and get the hell out of this toxic culture country, which KS is a microcosm of the whole in extremely aggressive apathy. Leave the house to increase in value and set off for adventures far and wide in alternative realities forged in place of deep relaxing breath and scope. Also I really notice that when I use my phone in my left hand, it begins to shake. Does anyone else find this to be true. I know a guy…..
Hey sticker aficionados- how bout this sticker idea? Okay well a couple- one I saw on this Kanopy film called “Downwind” a guy has a laptop sticker, says “I don’t participate with popular culture” though I would tinker with that to say “I don’t participate in toxic culture”. ¡Sweet yeah!? Another one said “Nuclear weapons are illegal” Damned nuclear testing on the Shoshone people for so long, de-humanizing people the same as the israeli army! How bout “fighting de-humanization techniques since columbus all the way to the idf.”? So me and my honey gonna make some like these stickers to doll up the small downtown; this’ll go with those we made for abortion fight in KS. “church ladies- outta my junk!”. He, who was she, and i met and got locked up with at Nevada test site action 32 years ago today, rebirth day, what a blessed action! Remember the sticker said “don’t hate masturbate!” Another oldie but super goodie. Another I made a button at our latest pride in Kansas is “we need another Stonewall” and “Drag Queens & Kings save lives” so sticker on and I will too, all the way to Mexico but first to Alaska in a couple weeks with my gull to get rapid transformational therapy at the White Raven Center to collect errant soul peices, then get the doggie after a therapuetic dose of underground FMT from Canada to stave off MS. What else ya gonna do but live, be free, see beauty and pain and be grateful for all its forms without running away, or running away when it is necessary but by running towards a healthy unstuck existence. Peace out.
This immediately made me think of the longing in “Der Himmel Über Berlin”, released in the US as “Wings of Desire”, the Wim Wenders film. My favorite movie full of longing and also the movie that introduced me to the music of Nick Cave. This longing you capture here hits the gut of the human condition, the gentle soul, the heart at its best.
Thank you Patti. This beautiful, hallowed performance was so moving and humbling, and brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for this, Patti, and thanks to your beautifully talented daughter. Blessings to you durig this Easter season.
It was beautiful! So beautiful! Wing - always one of my favourites! But here it is more wonderful - thank you so much!
The video was oh so lovely...such a poignant moment with the backdrop of the film...and such delicacy in the singing and the playing....I have thought about this for ages afterwards....
Incredible interpretation and soul. Hope to see you in Dublin this summer. Keep shining Patti, keep singing, both a same action, we bounce off one another so incredibly invisibly, we march on for we came to dance in all these forms.
Thank you Patti - almost a little bit like being there at the concert for a few minutes.
I hope everyone is having a good Easter weekend!
Hauntingly beautiful a reviewer would say. The magical experience with Patti singing to us, so lovingly whilst the incredible film is beyond. We are both participant and viewer. To me it evokes deep honesty from the body, and especially in the relations of men. As a gender interloper into the straightdude world at construction sites, I have seen this from their sometimes twisted and mean perspective. Not all but the worst were very violently anti queer, talking about fag bashing in the city during lunch breaks, fag baiting me into anti female shaming and threatening me bodily with the power to throw a switch and electrocute my ass. Hayew! There was an interesting language spoken in the eyes of the men in various roles of lover, shamer, cultural role model of some but god help those for whom john wayne is a role model. The film is dynamo! As someone who broke into see these eyes blazed at me, I seen one or two of these looks on the job, when they saw me out of overalls, no but in street clothes or sometimes in drag as a chic… It is a look that one doesn’t forget, like it tries to brand you. Nobody got to be branded though. We know what can’t be unknown. Seemed to have gotten off track but the film with Patti singing in front with the shadows and the placement of photography, the storyline emotions transmitted is dynamite! What a piece of art, so aware and explicit in the emotions it evokes in the viewer. The coordination and choreographed dynamics that are collaged on top of each other are genius. I hope others got as much from watching it (several times) as I did. The film, first scene that stands out to me is of the video at 2:40, evokes images in brain of pain, disrespect. At 2:42, the paused frame is quintessential as a poster image for whole video. Super stark with shadows on the wall behind Patti. But the two guys from an old movie, by the looks of it give each other looks loaded with emotions then there’s the friend who looks on with disdain, judgmental, but complit with a silencing look, as many of us are apt to experience daily. Then the iconoclastic image of john wooden tooth wayne as accepted masculinity in a good, god fearin’ het world- this image to any of us who are aware as to how men can express themselves from a place of fear and pain or a from a place of love can see and call out the naked emperor ideology- goodbye colonizer culture, not gonna miss ya but I will miss my gunsmoke watching fox news aficionado father and the same generation of Patti Smith, dearest transformed Bowie, Lou Reed, Maplethorpe, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Nina Simone, Rachel Corie, Tom Petty, Sinead O’conner, James Baldwin, Joni Mitchell, Kenzaburo Oe, Emoto Masaru, all the journalists and healers who know they have a high liklihood of being shot down by the israeli arm but do what is needed anyhow, just as Victor Jarra had his hand beaten to a pulp by the Argentian goon squad of pinochet, was told “lets hear you play guitar now”, who then led the victim crowded football stadium into song before being executed, Leonard Peltier, my neice, my best friend and lover, my other best friend, and all those who have changed all of us so much.
Then the artful cutting out of the eyes brings an acknowledgement of what we seek. Do you find yourself searching up on the screen for the eyes? I do. We are drawn to the eyes for a human connection. To have those missing from the screen is disconcerting as we are denied them. Have to watch again, like at the beginning with the girl with the Monday character eyes makes you think of someone else in your life who is this character represented, someone who would say “Are they made with REAL girl scouts?” Then there is a searching idolizing, he smiles cause he’s supposed to smile, then she smiles, flutters. Patti spread out hands when she says “pawns”. Life is beautiful, all the wonder in the world despite poverty, love, kindness, resilience. 2:12 a vision Greek movie set vibe, like “The Tempest” with early Molly Ringwald, John Cassavetes, Sarandon, and Raul Julia (another late great) b &w footage shows children looking upon one as they tend to do, to adults. So this scene at 2:19 is interesting juxtaposition of film in background, Patti larger than life in foreground, playing “in another eye” is sounding from the other side of the transmitter, that is Patti, as she is between the film and the audience. She interprets it to the world, that is both the audience there- all you coughers out there, and those of us watching from our laptops or phones. Super rad visual/auditory collage! The scene of the kids looking back at the viewer/audience as if what? Recrimination, demands, redress? All valid emotions considering our part in this world we have all had a hand in creating. Where the children are reminds me of town squares in Mexico, maybe sitting in a fountain in the middle of a town, in zocalo. Behind them are priests that step forward behind them, signifying their approval for the message of the kids. These are the holy ones, the truth tellers of our time. All the while, Patti is lovingly extruding her words, perfect in her mannerisms, shadow play and passion. What a thing of beauty!
This my last post in awhile cause I get to go have an adventure in Anchorage; honey and I getting back soul pieces at White Crow Healing Center, which I heard about from the white crow seen there of late. Then back to KS, give away the grows, throw the doggie in the car and get the hell out of this toxic culture country, which KS is a microcosm of the whole in extremely aggressive apathy. Leave the house to increase in value and set off for adventures far and wide in alternative realities forged in place of deep relaxing breath and scope. Also I really notice that when I use my phone in my left hand, it begins to shake. Does anyone else find this to be true. I know a guy…..
Hey sticker aficionados- how bout this sticker idea? Okay well a couple- one I saw on this Kanopy film called “Downwind” a guy has a laptop sticker, says “I don’t participate with popular culture” though I would tinker with that to say “I don’t participate in toxic culture”. ¡Sweet yeah!? Another one said “Nuclear weapons are illegal” Damned nuclear testing on the Shoshone people for so long, de-humanizing people the same as the israeli army! How bout “fighting de-humanization techniques since columbus all the way to the idf.”? So me and my honey gonna make some like these stickers to doll up the small downtown; this’ll go with those we made for abortion fight in KS. “church ladies- outta my junk!”. He, who was she, and i met and got locked up with at Nevada test site action 32 years ago today, rebirth day, what a blessed action! Remember the sticker said “don’t hate masturbate!” Another oldie but super goodie. Another I made a button at our latest pride in Kansas is “we need another Stonewall” and “Drag Queens & Kings save lives” so sticker on and I will too, all the way to Mexico but first to Alaska in a couple weeks with my gull to get rapid transformational therapy at the White Raven Center to collect errant soul peices, then get the doggie after a therapuetic dose of underground FMT from Canada to stave off MS. What else ya gonna do but live, be free, see beauty and pain and be grateful for all its forms without running away, or running away when it is necessary but by running towards a healthy unstuck existence. Peace out.
I saw Correspondences and these songs in Braga – it was beautiful.
Thank you.
Very quietly beautiful. Thank you both.
It was beautiful. A song as sweet and meaningful as any prayer. Thank you.
A Second Ride on Patti Smith’s M Train
It’s 2016, a dogeared copy of Patti Smith’s M Train
in your backpack as you travel through Costa Rica,
Esterillos Este … Manuel Antonio ... Playa Dominical …
reading without comprehension about Wegener’s theory
of the continental drift, when you drift off into a tidal pool
of clarity where this notion rolls in over the rocks:
Shakespeare was a bully; Virginia Woolf a spoiled brat;
Allen Ginsberg wet his pants; Joan of Arc was a tattle tale;
Mother Theresa a mean girl; Moses, Abraham, John, Paul,
Peter, Sophocles, Nietzsche, Marie Curie, Sojourner Truth,
Crazy Horse, Einstein, Eleanor Roosevelt, Jonas Salk,
Lou Gehrig, Maya Angelou, disappointed their parents
every day. The list goes on. Feral children grow into
uncivilized adults, the continents just keep drifting
in ways you still don’t understand, and eight years later,
after something unthinkably sad changes your life,
a disembodied conductor from your past bumps
your shoulder, grouses out the side of his mouth
“Change at Myrtle and Wykoff,” and minutes or eons
later you’re standing on a grimy platform in Brooklyn,
Big Mac wrapper blowing onto the tracks as the L Train
pulls in, sallow faces behind sooty windows, where you
see, at last, how the drift never stops, how everything strays
unerringly this way and that, and when the doors slide open
at Canarsie some force of nature leads you by the elbow
down Rockaway Parkway until you reach the ocean,
take off your shoes and socks, roll up your pants,
race across the warm sand until you’re ankle
deep in the surf, staring out
at the perfect arc
of sea and sky where you become a child again, bending
your knees, raising your skinny arms, leaping
up over a tumbling wave.
And then do it again.
And again. And
again
—SL, New Paltz, NY, 2016
Remastered, Port Royal, SC, April 2024
Patti forever ❤️
This immediately made me think of the longing in “Der Himmel Über Berlin”, released in the US as “Wings of Desire”, the Wim Wenders film. My favorite movie full of longing and also the movie that introduced me to the music of Nick Cave. This longing you capture here hits the gut of the human condition, the gentle soul, the heart at its best.
Hi Patti. Wishing some beautiful Easter holidays from Copenhagen.
Happy holy days, thank you for the video!
Thank you Patti. This beautiful, hallowed performance was so moving and humbling, and brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for this, Patti, and thanks to your beautifully talented daughter. Blessings to you durig this Easter season.
Wow. Just wow.
Gentle sacred beloved acts of faith, so beautiful