A Hard Rain
I’m reading M Train right now — my way to push back on the news by diving into someone else’s struggle to live in the act of making work that cuts. Just now, with the luck of the ‘net, my YouTube bot popped this into my recommend list:
I am much moved by Smith’s break on stage and more so by her return.
The song is obviously on point, the setting is surreal, and Smith herself is a walking, talking, ain’t-bragging-if-you-can-do-it lesson on turning a life into its own artform — as that same life spins its art into the world through all the moil and misery (and those flashes of joy!) that go into walking this earth.
It’s not all Trump and evil out there. I strain to remember that every day, and some days are harder than others. (Yesterday! Worse than the chicken at Tresky’s.)
But it’s true, and I thank Patti Smith for the reminder.
Top of the evening to all here — with a thick layer of improbable acts with oxidized farm implements to our enemies!