Patty Smith.
The name conjures intensity of expression. Reach into your guts, into your heart, into your pants..Well maybe not your pants. She has created a legacy of poetics which can only be reached through thorough examination of ones self and the requisite dragging of the felled beast within onto the killing floor of the arena.
The glory of "Gloria" ascends.
"G-l-o-r-i-a..."
Repeat at a faster and faster pace.
Gain a life.
Lose the life.
Regain the life lost.
Live the life regained.
Can you tell that I admire the survival and ascendance of Patty Smith?
She is not really heroic in a traditional sense. She has certainly thrown herslef into her life. She is no slacker. She goes on and on. Her reflection rebounds into expression. And she mitigates with humor. But she has flown low and taken no prisoners with supersonic flight of words and sheer viscera.
Beat on, oh Jersey Princess. Beat on till the words fall slowly as molasses from your mouth.
Thank you for taking flight. And for landing long enough to drop your load of spirit amongst us - the groundlings.
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