Horses, horses, horses
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.