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		<title>Patti Smith&#8217;s Just Kids</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carly Cassano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[After I finished Patti Smith&#8217;s memoir, Just Kids, I put my hand over my heart and wept. After that, I ordered a dress-form and a swath of gold leather online, dumped all my paints, pencils, brushes and duck cloth onto the floor, called my grandma, and downed a glass of chocolate milk. &#160;My&#160;erratic&#160;behavior somewhat resembles [...]]]></description>
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After I finished Patti Smith&#8217;s memoir, <em>Just Kids</em>, I put my hand over my heart and wept.  After that, I ordered a dress-form and a swath of gold leather online, dumped all my paints, pencils, brushes and duck cloth onto the floor, called my grandma, and downed a glass of chocolate milk. &nbsp;My&nbsp;erratic&nbsp;behavior somewhat resembles Smith&#8217;s lifestyle in New York City in the 60s, process of creation and collaboration with artists passing in and out of the Chelsea Hotel, and travel-induced writing style.  Smith&#8217;s Romantic, serious phrasing, reminiscent of the French poetry she obsessed over, would seem contrary to her rock and roll vibe if she weren&#8217;t so sweet natured. &nbsp;Instead, it comes off strong and declarative, a sharp anchor in a world of excess.</p>
<p>As Patti Smith is a voice on behalf of our environment and human rights, her warm words peal apart the most sensitive passages of her life so we can observe the moist-letters and slimy rocks of our own.  My desire to create since reading <em>Just kids</em> is springier and takes greater form, because my fascination with beauty is shared.</p>
<p>Smith&#8217;s friendship with Mapplethorpe was saturated with sad comforts and colors. Before he died, Smith promised Mapplethorpe she would write their story. &nbsp;The friendships they shared with New York artists helped produce art and joy where dirt and disease once was.  Smith is an incredibly believable character&#8211;she travels and grows, sours and butterflies in a categorically common way.  She quickly harps on regular frustrations like her day job, then graciously extends her hand when we can&#8217;t believe her luck.  Mapplethorpe was on her arm throughout it all.</p>
<p>While reading, I kept a list of names, ideas or art work I wanted to remember:</p>
<p>Robert Mapplethorpe<br />
Godard<br />
Brian Jones<br />
Midnight Cowboy<br />
Williams Burroughs (Lee Burroughs)<br />
Anthology of American Folk Music<br />
Crazy Horse<br />
Anna Kavan<br />
Virgil Thomas<br />
Arthur C. Clark<br />
Oscar Wilde<br />
Dylan Thomas<br />
Thomas Wolfe&#8211;&#8221;You Can&#8217;t Go Home Again&#8230;&#8221;<br />
The Golden Bough<br />
Tim Bukley<br />
Ossie Clark, designer<br />
Wages of Fear (film)<br />
Banny Fields<br />
Water and eucalyptus leave for floors<br />
Of Human Bondage<br />
Jackie Curtis<br />
Ray Roussel, Locus Solus<br />
Gautier Michaux<br />
Thomas de Quincey<br />
Gregory Corso<br />
Bobby Neuwirth&#8211;Don&#8217;t Look Back, &#8220;Bring It All Back Home,&#8221; Dylan<br />
Patty Waters<br />
Clifton Chenier<br />
Albert Ayler<br />
Blonde on Blonde<br />
Genet<br />
Arthur Rimbaud</p>
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