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In the corner of my room is a small suitcase, packed over a year ago, ready to tour the world. That was to be my traveling work, which never came to pass.
I am still here.
Every morning for some hours, at my usual café, I sit and write. Notebook and coffee reign. Writing is what I do, and have since twelve, imagining myself Jo March. Meditations, crime novels, and poetry, hidden in stacks of notebooks, written in every stage of life. Now, in the time of the pandemic, isolated from family, friends, and fellow workers, we are reinventing our processes. Through Substack I plan to form an inter-connective body of work for a responsive community. Each week I will post my weekly ruminations, shards of poetry, music, and musings on whatever subject finds its way from thought to pen, news of the mind, pieces of this world, free to all.
On Tuesdays, subscribers will find my first serial, The Melting. No one has read these pages. A journal of my private pandemic. My first entry was exactly one year ago, on April 7th, the night before the full Worm Moon. Tonight, I am sitting at my desk, under my skylight, that same moon overhead. I will post the first few entries for everyone. Then, for my paid subscribers, I will post an installment every week, as well as posts relating to its expanding world, finally fulfilling my Jo March fantasy as she serialized her Gothic tales for the newspaper.
I offer The Melting, words known only by the pages themselves, to be given a new life here. In my Substack world, I hope that you, dear reader, will be my notebook.
The reader is my notebook
Hi Mrs. Patti Smith it would be a dream for me to be in Pescara on the 29th at the Teatro Massimo to take a photo with you, I purchased your wonderful book "A book of days" and it would be an honor for me to have it autographed by you , I also have a thought for her that I'm sure he will like very much, I know that many people will write it for this request but for me it means a lot to be able to meet her, her songs are poems, unfortunately for economic reasons I won't be able to participate, I'm a boy I'm 38 years old and deaf and I can hear the beats and phrases, unfortunately I can't perceive them but despite everything they move me every time 🙂 I would be satisfied with a greeting and if possible a souvenir photo to keep for the rest of my life.
Thanks and best regards
Cristian Giurastante
I was in some other category, but I couldn’t find my way back. Not sure if you remember a small club in a small town in Connecticut….. The Shaboo Inn, Mansfield Center, CT. My best friend and I were Freshman in High School and we went to see you on the second date and my parents grounded me. My best friend’s parents were also upset, but he threatened his mother with a steak knife telling her he was not going to miss the Dead Boys, a couple days later. Stiv loved the story…I guess someone had told him and he invited Jeff (my friend) back stage. I was probably home dropping acid and listening to Television. FYI - you were amazing the night we saw you….the music through those years are some of my favorite!
Patti Smith Group
The Shaboo Inn, Mansfield Center, CT -
Jul 24, 1978
Jul 25, 1978
Dead Boys
The Shaboo Inn, Mansfield Center, CT
Jul 26, 1978