Remember, we are mortal, but poetry is not.
PATTI SMITHPolaroid by its nature makes you frugal. You walk around with maybe two packs of film in your pocket. You have 20 shots, so each shot is a world.
More Patti Smith Quotes
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To be an artist – actually, to be a human being in these times – it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.
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Well, I’m not one of those people who needs the limelight. If I’m performing, that’s what I’m doing. If I’m not, I don’t long for it. I don’t need the approval of an audience, or applause.
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I knew if I lived long enough I would be poet laureate of something.
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I’m a worker. I do the work to communicate, and I want people to embrace it, and when they do I’m happy.
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Writing is not some quiet, closet act.
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I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.
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Vowels are the most illuminated letters in the alphabet. Vowels are the colors and souls of poetry and speech. (1976 Penthouse interview)
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Trust is everything between two artists, or between subject and artist. You have to have trust or nothing good will come out of it.
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I’ve always had a desire to write something and capture people’s imagination like Peter Pan had captured mine.
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For Christmas every year, my mother used to give me those cheap little diaries that would tell your horoscope and provide a little blank slot for each day.
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One day we’ll go in together, and the work will be ours.
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I’ve always considered myself a writer.
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What a model of an artist was for me was an artist who worked. Picasso was the ultimate model, because the work ethic he had.
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So my last image was as the first. A sleeping youth cloaked in light, who opened his eyes with a smile of recognition for someone who had never been a stranger.
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Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed.
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