Devotion by Patti Smith
Absorbed in her own trajectory, she failed to notice him when she reached her destination.
Devotion by Patti Smith there were no more cries
there was no fasting heart Only the relics of consumption wrapped in the silk of existence Excerpt from Ashford, poem on page facing Smith's photograph of Simone Weil's grave in the Bybrook Cemetery, Ashford, Kent Devotion by Patti Smith, Most often the alchemy that produces a poem or a work of fiction is hidden within the work itself, if not embedded in the coiling ridges of the mind. But in this case I could track a plethora of enticements...
How the Mind Works, 4, in Devotion by Patti Smith Photo taken in Herreshoff Marine Museum, Bristol RI I remember seeing Voltaire's cap in a glass case in a museum somewhere. A very humble flesh-colored lace cap. I harbored an intense desire for it, a strange fascination that lingered coupled with a superstitious notion that the wearer might access the residue of Voltaire's dreams.
How the Mind Works, 3 in Devotion, Patti Smith Not certain of how much time has passed, I cease writing, rush past the curving back of Neptune, down the stone steps, hurrying to the nearby train station. Alain regards me quizzically. Aurélien asks me whether I took any photographs. Only one, I say, a picture of a word.
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