Horses, horses, horses

Patti Smith's suitcase, getting ready for her June tour, as she notes on her website.

In an alternate dream reality, I am Patti Smith, living my days downtown, feeding the cats, packing for an upcoming tour, reading obscure literature and going to a mid-morning matinee. She makes that fantasy easier to realize via her blog, link here. I am fascinated. Thank you, punk poetess, for posting. (PS also makes a tangential cameo in Encyclopedia of the Exquisite.)

Unfortunately, there’s no way to go back through Smith’s previous posts, as far as I can tell. But if you check back regularly, she does write something up  a few times a month

Here, the superheroic rockstar onstage in all her splendor in 1976.

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