"where does it lead? what will become of us?
these were our young questions, and young answers were revealed.
it leads to eachother. we become ourselves." (79).
and although i honestly do not know much about the late sixties or
the contemporary artists with whom she mixed, mingled and created art with
in new york- (andy warhol, jimi hendrix, allen ginsberg & janis joplin
to name a few!) one thing i do know is that the story of her life-long relationship
with bestfriend/lover/confidante, robert mapplethorpe is one
of such complex beauty and unwavering, uncompromising love,
that it begged to be told- and i am so glad she did.
"there are many stories i could write about robert, about us.
but this is the story i have told. it is the one he wished me to tell
and i have kept my promise. we were hansel and gretel and we
ventured out into the black forst of the world. there were temptations
and witches and demons we never dreamed of and there was splendor we
only partially imagined. no one could speak for those two young
people, nor tell with any truth of their days and nights together.
only robert could tell it. our story, he called it." (288)
patti smith portrait plate via beatup creations
what i loved best about this book is that it was told from the perspective
of a true artist- patti was compelled to write & recite poetry, to act, to draw,
to sing, to surround herself always with other creative souls, and to keep
on creating- no matter what. she had no idea which direction her
life would take when she came to new york, but she worked at
bookstores and oddjobs to support her artistic lifestyle, and
eventually found a way to share her art and become the star
she always knew she could be. love her.
"i was both scattered and stymied, surrounded by unfinished songs
and abandoned poems. i would go as far as i could and hit a wall,
my own imagined limitations. and then i met a fellow who gave
me his secret, and it was pretty simple. when you hit a wall,
just kick it in. " (170).