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Will you pretend you’re my boyfriend?

Patti Smith

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.
PATTI SMITH

Around Dawn Roaming World
The film [Dream of Life] doesn’t hide anything, except maybe moments of sorrow or darkness that belonged to me.
PATTI SMITH

Darkness Dream Sorrow
I’m a worker. I do the work to communicate, and I want people to embrace it, and when they do I’m happy.
PATTI SMITH

Communicate Embrace Need People
One day we’ll go in together, and the work will be ours.
PATTI SMITH

Day One Together Work
I’m not really a nostalgic person.
PATTI SMITH

Nostalgic Person Really
In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one’s work caged in art’s great zoos – the Modern, the Met, the Louvre?
PATTI SMITH

Animate Art Period Talk Zoo
I knew if I lived long enough I would be poet laureate of something.
PATTI SMITH

Laureate Long Poet
My father came a couple of times, but he always blamed his hearing loss on my loud amplifiers. So he didn’t come anymore, but I had his support.
PATTI SMITH

Couple Father Loss
A good artist’s always got his hand in his zipper.
PATTI SMITH

Artist Hand Zipper
With the death of Robert Mapplethorpe, I had lost my main collaborator in taking photographs. So I didn’t know who to work with.
PATTI SMITH

Collaborator Lost Photograph
You can’t work on that scale without trust. I learned that from working with Robert Mapplethorpe.
PATTI SMITH

Good Scales Trust Zipper
I don’t know why, the very first word on my very first record is ‘Jesus.’ I still invoke him as an entity to reckon with.
PATTI SMITH

First Jesus Record
I’ve always considered myself a writer.
PATTI SMITH

Always Consider Myself Writer
I’ve lost many, many friends through natural causes, through alcohol, through drugs, through AIDS. And every time I lose a friend or a loved one, it reminds me how great life is.
PATTI SMITH

Alcohol Causes Drug
Remember, we are mortal, but poetry is not.
PATTI SMITH

Mortals Poetry Remember
Will you pretend you’re my boyfriend?
PATTI SMITH

Assume Boyfriend Hope Pretend

Will you pretend you’re my boyfriend?

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