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wytchcroftold soul old soul so young and pan dimensional
panegyric pan of action encircled by threads from sails
sailing that old wooden ship with a cruciform mast
lit out for the southern cross
old sister sister sweetly sing
sister of mine old mother friend and bastard child
a soft cat sits content behind its window a wild
street cat brawls in the tumble and decay
each brittle moment hangs like spittle from the horses mouth
and that's you sweetly singing
get the news kids straight from the horses mouth
as we the receivers roll back the years
and i roll back the years
of secret vinyl audience and all the connections spread like ash across a keyboard, scuffs across the carpet
scratches on the mind, scratches on the photographs
of so many sisters wailing their tears and their prayers and their joy and their jokes
- and they too will receive their audience
clairvoyance comes as naturally as imagination
and imagination can make angels of us all
can make angels of us all
can make angels of us all
and we spin and we slide
and we sing and we dance and we split and divide
in single cellular clusters like novae like stars
and who in truth can say which of us has gone whom among us has truly passed into the past
i tell you there is no past and i wear it with a heart of carbon claimed back from a frozen star
and black as a pair of old boots and black as tortured songs in an old throat
still singing still whispering the sly priestess and every intonation is dynamic is pan dimensional
is brittle is spittle from the horses mouth
is love for all that i here remember each face each eye and every smile and every pain and every joy come dancing like half crazed animals,
like pratt falling pilgrims, like clowns
and you the biggest clown and you the circus ringleader
talking in the tongue of ancient radio the music of the spheres
and raising your hand with a whip crack for all the dancing animals and I salute you,
Patti Smith -
Dream of Life.
panegyric pan of action encircled by threads from sails
sailing that old wooden ship with a cruciform mast
lit out for the southern cross
old sister sister sweetly sing
sister of mine old mother friend and bastard child
a soft cat sits content behind its window a wild
street cat brawls in the tumble and decay
each brittle moment hangs like spittle from the horses mouth
and that's you sweetly singing
get the news kids straight from the horses mouth
as we the receivers roll back the years
and i roll back the years
of secret vinyl audience and all the connections spread like ash across a keyboard, scuffs across the carpet
scratches on the mind, scratches on the photographs
of so many sisters wailing their tears and their prayers and their joy and their jokes
- and they too will receive their audience
clairvoyance comes as naturally as imagination
and imagination can make angels of us all
can make angels of us all
can make angels of us all
and we spin and we slide
and we sing and we dance and we split and divide
in single cellular clusters like novae like stars
and who in truth can say which of us has gone whom among us has truly passed into the past
i tell you there is no past and i wear it with a heart of carbon claimed back from a frozen star
and black as a pair of old boots and black as tortured songs in an old throat
still singing still whispering the sly priestess and every intonation is dynamic is pan dimensional
is brittle is spittle from the horses mouth
is love for all that i here remember each face each eye and every smile and every pain and every joy come dancing like half crazed animals,
like pratt falling pilgrims, like clowns
and you the biggest clown and you the circus ringleader
talking in the tongue of ancient radio the music of the spheres
and raising your hand with a whip crack for all the dancing animals and I salute you,
Patti Smith -
Dream of Life.
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:54 am (UTC)Thanks for posting this poem of hers. I could read her forever.
:)
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Date: 2009-01-30 12:14 pm (UTC)...um, yeah... got a bit carried away!:)
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Date: 2009-01-30 06:38 pm (UTC)Now I feel really stupid!!!
OMG...
Well, you must have been channeling Patt, dude, because wow... I haven't read all her books you know, but man, this sounded like her!
I guess I should say YOU are staggering!
:)
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:00 pm (UTC)thanks! anyway - that's a heck of a compliment!!:D:D
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Date: 2009-01-30 06:08 am (UTC)thanks a lot!
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Date: 2009-01-30 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 06:39 pm (UTC)alsdkfhjdkf
Date: 2009-01-31 06:45 pm (UTC)