The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

When Legends Gather #473

Patti Smith and William S. Burroughs


swac said...

I remember reading that Patti fell off a stage and injured herself; I'm guessing this photo was taken shortly after that incident.

BTW...the new Patti Smith documentary is quite moving.

neuroglyphix said...

perfect freaks.
look at the humanity in those eyes.

Dr. Jay SW said...

Gotta love Patti-a show last year showed me that she's as good as ever at 60, too.

I've gotta ask: "Tom Sutpen"--is that your real name, the more informal version of Thomas Sutpen, the Southern gothic archetype of Faulkner's Absalom, Absalom?

Molly said...

bringin the crazy eyes

BDen said...

It was taken Spring 1977 at the Gotham Bookmart and Gallery on 47th Street in NYC. There was a reception for the reprint of William's Junkie and a show of Patti's drawings which, at the time, we very affordable (I have the price list still). To my 17 year old pockets they were expensice.