Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Patti Smith's Woolgathering was on a front table, signed. It was mine in an instant, and today, while on the train to Penn, I read. Patti gave the class its first exercise of the day, which began with her words below:
Blowing upon it, candles, a star ... What does one desire. A partner. A freewheeling moon. Or perhaps to hear again as one heard as a child. A music—curious, optimistic, as plain and elusive as the call of the reel permeating a summer night. Expanding squares of laughter and delight. Everyone dancing, just dancing.In three to four sentences only, write what you desire, I said.
Oh, how they broke my heart. Oh, how I wanted to be their age again. So many years of doing still laid out before them.
I have a wonderful class.