I am just finishing reading the wonderful M Train by Patti Smith – her follow up from the exceptionally ‘Just kids’. it took me a while to get into it, as there seems to be no running storyline, as she starts the book “Its not so easy writing about nothing” – you realise that you are led inside the mind and dreams of this amazingly creative woman – her thoughts, her sadness, her daily coffee, her life, her brilliant mind……
my favourite paragraph is towards the end and cemented what an amazing piece of poetry, wisdom and soul Patti has created with this book.
“we want things that we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment, sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother’s voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things that I know. Don’t go. Don’t grow. “
i found this beautiful poetry book , collected poems by C Day Lewis in Any amount of books on charring cross road – i am sucker for clean simple graphics and this edition from the 1950’s caught my eye.