Sylvia Plath Dylan Thomas Lou Reed
I'm currently listening Dylan Thomas on a BBC broadcast.
Such brilliance and great delivery.
Beautiful. Lovely photographs of you too. So nice to see them
thank you for this lovely version of Perfect Day and your bringing us together with art and poetry to keep us going in bleak times.
Sad that Lou’s gone. Seems all the greats are
Wim Wenders' new film 'Perfect Days' will be released in December. Hopefully it will be widely seen in the United States.
"PERFECT DAYS (2023) | Trailer | Wim Wenders | Koji Yakusho | Tokio Emoto | Arisa Nakano
I’m so happy to see all these photos of you and to hear this Lou Reed song today. We just keep each other hanging on.
I miss Lou as much as you and I never met him though I too am a native NYer and also grew up on LI. Was a huge fan of his for years and yours too, of course. We saw you live twice. Once at Summerstage probably in 2009 or so and another time in Brooklyn.
Patti, we all need reasons to go on. This was a lovely post. I thank you kindly. We find these reasons deep in dream, thought, idea and labor them to fruition, if we're lucky. Some are phantom, so we go again. Do any of yours, right now, involve new music? Would luv, if it did. Couldn't help but attach your music to my Phoenix Eagle Condor Newsletter. Your song Amerigo haunted me since autumn days. Grab a young singer songwriter, mentor/pass on the gifts of the mind, the secret signs. That alone, will give you 20 more years, if you want it. Check out Michael Meade's latest on boo-tube regarding Purpose. There's thousands over here in Ireland looking for the return of the Carabi. I hear whispers, they're on their way back, for they're steeped in Irish Music. I leave you with Irish poetry and music treasure and hope to hear new Patti Smith music, somewhere down the crazy river.
Raglan Road by the Poet Patrick Kavanagh and the Musical Group The Dubliners -
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue
I saw the danger, and I passed along the enchanted way
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh, I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the play, he'd lose his wings at the dawning of the day
Oh, how beautiful. You nailed it in that ‘modest’ way of yours. Powerful version.
Perfect Day. Perfect Version. Perfect Pictures. Many Thanks
Dear Patti, Thank you for that beautiful cover of "Perfect Day". Thank you also for all the wonderful photos. I am praying for Peace. Keep praying.
Very good version
Gorgeous, perfect version of that song!
Thanks Patti ! Can’t think of a more Perfect Day ! 🙏❤️
Thanks, you are so lovely