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.
PATTI SMITHYou can’t work on that scale without trust. I learned that from working with Robert Mapplethorpe.
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Writing is not some quiet, closet act.
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A good artist’s always got his hand in his zipper.
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I’m not really a nostalgic person.
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Everybody’s got to reclaim these thingspoetry, rock’n’roll, political activismand it’s got to be done over and over again. It’s like eating: you can’t say,’Oh, I ate yesterday’.You have to eat again.
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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’ve always had a desire to write something and capture people’s imagination like Peter Pan had captured mine.
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I’m from South Jersey: The idea of eating a roll with olive oil and anchovies or some kind of sardine and drinking mint tea definitely comes from reading Paul Bowles.
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Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
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I’m okay with roaming around the world in my bunk for days on end. Maybe every third day I’ll get a shower or stumble out at dawn and realize I’m in a field in Poland. I like that kind of life.
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I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.
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Will you pretend you’re my boyfriend?
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I was quite an insomniac. I rarely slept as a child. Having God to talk to at night was nice.
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You can’t work on that scale without trust. I learned that from working with Robert Mapplethorpe.
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People came at me with all sorts of offers, wanting to make me into a hard-core Cher. I had no desire for any amount of money to be reformed for someone’s vision, because in the end, that’s what you got: your clay in someone else’s hands.
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