Sometimes the words I read will slap me and yell for my attention. It will get into my head. Some startling thought or image.
I am reading M Train, a sort of diary by the punk rock singer, Patti Smith.She writes quite well and M Train seems to me a poetic balance between between her days of hope and her days of melancholia.
She wrote the line below and it is in me. In my imagination it was written three hundred years ago as my ancestors boarded ships and sailed west.
"I was thinking of French time traveling children with Scottish accents breaking the hearts of the future."
Two days after writing this I dreamed that Patti Smith and I were at a party with people from my past. It was a retirement party of sorts.
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