So it’s NationÂal PoetÂry Month, and the AcadÂeÂmy of AmerÂiÂcan Poets recÂomÂmends 30 Ways to CelÂeÂbrate, includÂing some old standÂbys like memÂoÂrizÂing a poem, readÂing a poem a day, and attendÂing a readÂing. All senÂsiÂble, if someÂwhat staid, sugÂgesÂtions (I myself have been re-readÂing all of WalÂlace Stevens’ work—make of that what you will). Here’s a sugÂgesÂtion that didn’t make the list: spend some time digÂging the poetÂry of PatÂti Smith.
A livÂing breathÂing legÂend, Smith doesn’t appear in many acaÂdÂeÂmÂic antholoÂgies, and that’s just fine. What she offers are bridges from the Beats to the sixÂties New York art scene to sevÂenÂties punk poetÂry and beyond, with spanÂdrels made from French surÂreÂalÂist leanÂings and rock and roll obsesÂsions. A 1977 Oxford LitÂerÂary Review artiÂcle aptÂly describes Smith in her heyÂday:
In the late sixÂties and earÂly sevÂenÂties PatÂti Smith was a memÂber of Warhol’s androgÂyÂnous beauÂties livÂing under the fluÂoÂresÂcent lights of New York City’s Chelsea Hotel…Her perÂforÂmances were sexÂuÂal bruisÂings with the spasms of JagÂger and the off-key of Dylan. Her musiÂcal poems often came from her poetÂiÂcal fanÂtasies of RimÂbaud.
Smith’s work is senÂsuÂal and wildÂly kinetÂic, as is her process, which she once described as “a real physÂiÂcal act.”
When I’m home writÂing on the typeÂwriter, I go crazy
I move like a monÂkey
I’ve wet myself, I’ve come in my pants writÂing
EmiÂly DickÂenÂson she ain’t, but Smith also has an abidÂing love and respect for her litÂerÂary foreÂbears, whether now-almost-estabÂlishÂment figÂures like VirÂginia Woolf or still-someÂwhat-outÂrĂ© charÂacÂters like Antonin Artaud and Jean Genet.
Smith’s first pubÂlished colÂlecÂtion of poetÂry, SevÂenth HeavÂen, appeared in 1972 and includÂed tribÂutes to Edie SedgÂwick and MarÂiÂanne FaithÂfull. She dedÂiÂcatÂed the book to gangÂster writer MickÂey Spillane and Rolling Stones’ muse, and partÂner of both BriÂan Jones and KeiÂth Richards, AniÂta PalÂlenÂberg.
The book has not been reisÂsued, and print copies are rare. Yet, as the afore-quotÂed artiÂcle notes, PatÂti Smith’s is an “oral poetÂics” that “uses much of her voice rhythms.” The line between her work as a punk singer and perÂforÂmance poet is ephemerÂal, perÂhaps nonexÂisÂtent—PatÂti Smith on the page is great, but PatÂti Smith on stage is greater. Hear for yourÂself, above, in a 1972 recordÂing of Smith readÂing twelve poems from her first colÂlecÂtion at St. Mark’s Church in New York City. She sounds almost exactÂly like LinÂda Manz from TerÂrence Malick’s Days of HeavÂen, a streetÂwise kid with a romanÂtic streak a mile wide.
Over three decades and many more pubÂliÂcaÂtions latÂer, Smith is now a NationÂal Book Award winÂner and a conÂsidÂerÂably melÂlowÂer presÂence, but she has nevÂer strayed far from her roots. Above, see her at back at St. Marks in 2011, readÂing her poem “Oath,” first writÂten in 1966, whose famous first line “Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine” became the unforÂgetÂtable openÂing to her equalÂly unforÂgetÂtable “GloÂria.” For conÂtrast, hear her read the same poem below, in 1973, over squalling guiÂtar feedÂback (and with the famous line beginÂning “Christ died…”). ClasÂsic, clasÂsic stuff.
See and hear many more of her readÂings on Youtube, and see this site for a parÂtial PatÂti Smith bibÂliÂogÂraÂphy, pubÂliÂcaÂtion hisÂtoÂry, and selectÂed archive of poems, essays, and reviews.
Smith’s readÂings of SevÂenth HeavÂen will be added to our colÂlecÂtion of Free Audio Books.
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RelatÂed ConÂtent:
Watch PatÂti Smith Read from VirÂginia Woolf, and Hear the Only SurÂvivÂing RecordÂing of Woolf’s Voice
See PatÂti Smith Give Two DraÂmatÂic ReadÂings of Allen Ginsberg’s “FootÂnote to Howl”
PatÂti Smith Plays Songs by The Ramones, Rolling Stones, Lou Reed & More on CBGB’s ClosÂing Night (2006)
PatÂti Smith DocÂuÂmenÂtary Dream of Life BeauÂtiÂfulÂly CapÂtures the Author’s Life and Long Career (2008)
Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness