{"id":242,"date":"2014-06-20T14:50:00","date_gmt":"2014-06-20T14:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/?p=242"},"modified":"2015-09-24T17:53:52","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T17:53:52","slug":"a-year-of-womens-voices-patti-smiths","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/?p=242","title":{"rendered":"A Year of Women&#8217;s Voices: Patti Smith&#8217;s Just Kids"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<table class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" align=\"center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" href=\"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/DSC_0214-572x1024.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/DSC_0214-572x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"178\" height=\"320\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\">2014<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>I have been a Patti Smith fan since high school. I wore out my copy of <i>Horses<\/i>. I could not get enough. In college I played Patti Smith loud to annoy the preppys and the narrow-minded.<br \/>\nI loved her lyrics and punk sound. The gender bending album cover and lack of make-up made me want to be in her world.<\/p>\n<p>Later I found her poetry and have remained as enamored of her as I was in high school. \u00a0In 2010 her memoir <i>Just Kids<\/i> won a well deserved National Book Award. I say well deserved because she is an engaging story-teller and writer. She brings a poet&#8217;s rhythm and word craft to the story of her young life, and her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe. She is humble and honest. I have read a number of memoirs that are maudlin, poorly written, or deify belief. <i>Just Kids<\/i> is all that a memoir should be, a true telling of events that engages your senses and soul.<\/p>\n<p>What I have learned as a writer reading and listening to Patti Smith:<br \/>\n1. Don&#8217;t be afraid to be who you are.<br \/>\n2. Ugly can be beautifully written.<br \/>\n3. Be honest.<br \/>\n4. Pay attention to the rhythm of your words.<br \/>\n5. Not everyone will understand your work, don&#8217;t let it stop you.<\/p>\n<p>Here is a link to one of my favorite Patti Smith songs. I want you to imagine it played at top volume on a turntable in a tiny dorm room with punk posters on the wall, and illegal beer stashed in the shower. Enjoy!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"p1\"><a href=\"http:\/\/m.youtube.com\/watch?v=xACZHv-sLCg&amp;autoplay=1\">http:\/\/m.youtube.com\/watch?v=xACZHv-sLCg&amp;autoplay=1<\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"p1\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"p1\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"p1\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"p1\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"p1\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; 2014 I have been a Patti Smith fan since high school. I wore out my copy of Horses. I could not get enough. 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