Having just come across substack, I cannot tell you how elated I feel by your regular presence here, both as writer, but as “speaker/reader! Needless to say, I instantly became a subscriber :)
A lifelong fan who only ever got to see you perform in 2016 in Lisbon, at the Coliseu during your “Horses” tour, I relish every …
Having just come across substack, I cannot tell you how elated I feel by your regular presence here, both as writer, but as “speaker/reader! Needless to say, I instantly became a subscriber :)
A lifelong fan who only ever got to see you perform in 2016 in Lisbon, at the Coliseu during your “Horses” tour, I relish every instance, no matter how fleeting, of hearing your delectable timbre, especially when cloaked in the hush of intimacy.
I could launch into ineffable tirades on the warming effect it has on my soul, but their protracted gushiness lie outside the scope of my humble request right now
While I understand I may have missed my opportunity to request a Poem, or a short text for you to read, I will nonetheless try my luck, and suggest that, one day, you might pick up Sylvia Plath’s: poem #74; “Sculptor,” dedicated to Leonard Baskin, and regale us—your proud Patrons—with your chosen rendition of it.
I love you, Patti (but not in that way; I dare never sully that magnanimous heart of Fred’s!) yet, curiously, the text you chose here reminds me of the times you spent with Kimberly in your mock-battles and myriad adventures in and around your mother’s abode in Jersey!
Love, and thank you for being you, and so generously sharing your art, thoughts & heart with us!
Dear, Dear Patti,
Having just come across substack, I cannot tell you how elated I feel by your regular presence here, both as writer, but as “speaker/reader! Needless to say, I instantly became a subscriber :)
A lifelong fan who only ever got to see you perform in 2016 in Lisbon, at the Coliseu during your “Horses” tour, I relish every instance, no matter how fleeting, of hearing your delectable timbre, especially when cloaked in the hush of intimacy.
I could launch into ineffable tirades on the warming effect it has on my soul, but their protracted gushiness lie outside the scope of my humble request right now
While I understand I may have missed my opportunity to request a Poem, or a short text for you to read, I will nonetheless try my luck, and suggest that, one day, you might pick up Sylvia Plath’s: poem #74; “Sculptor,” dedicated to Leonard Baskin, and regale us—your proud Patrons—with your chosen rendition of it.
I love you, Patti (but not in that way; I dare never sully that magnanimous heart of Fred’s!) yet, curiously, the text you chose here reminds me of the times you spent with Kimberly in your mock-battles and myriad adventures in and around your mother’s abode in Jersey!
Love, and thank you for being you, and so generously sharing your art, thoughts & heart with us!
Yours, ever,
Pedro B. GormN