I type this in the car on my midwinter trip to New Orleans and a brief stay on the Gulf Coast, armed with my own docents, including this book, of course!

Whether writing in a cafe or a train, Smith generously opens her notebooks and lets us glimpse the alchemy of her art and craft in this arresting and original book on writing. She told us all about what she had been reading and watching and doing at the time, sang a few songs, and gave us a lovely evening.I enjoyed Dedication immensely and especially appreciated translator Paula Taberland's Afterword with its summary of Patti Smith's career and especially of her published work, of which I was previously only familiar with the terrific memoir Just Kids (2010). Devotion, though a departure from her previous books, does not deviate from Smith’s remarkable gift. Başındaki ve sonundaki notlar, ona o hikayeyi yazdıran ortam ve koşullar ve Patti’nin duygularını ifade ediş tarzı her zamanki gibi harika. The _ga cookie, installed by Google Analytics, calculates visitor, session and campaign data and also keeps track of site usage for the site's analytics report. This stream of consciousness is remarkable in that the reader is offered a respite when the text deviates.

Some of the data that are collected include the number of visitors, their source, and the pages they visit anonymously. Smith goes to the house of the daughter of Camus, where she looks through the manuscript Camus was working on, The First Man, when he died in a car accident. Quem me conhece também sabe que se é pra vestir o estereótipo, eu vou ficar em algum lugar entre o filho pródigo e o anjo caído, porque não sou dada às adorações cegas e a iconoclastia é um vício. In this groundbreaking book, one of our culture's beloved artists offers a detailed account of her own creative process, inspirations, and unexpected connections.We take I-Phone pictures of new state signs from the car, we repeat the letters of the Mississippi River as we cross it. Devotion is short enough to devour at one enjoyable sitting and thought-provoking enough to deserve re-reading.

Ela fica um pouco na dúvida, teme se sentir estranha com pessoas desconhecidas - <3 - mas vai mesmo assim. Smith had her first exhibit of drawings at the Gotham Book Mart in 1973 and has been represented by the Robert Miller Gallery since 1978. Still, it makes me feel naive as a reader when I don't see the obvious idea in the narrative because I'm distracted by its illusion of reality. Whether writing in a café or a train, Smith generously opens her notebooks and lets us glimpse the alchemy of her art and craft in this arresting and original book on writing. Na primeira parte, chamada "How the mind works", acompanhamos uma escritora que precisa escrever mas não consegue encontrar o texto.Apply as many times as necessary and consult your doctor if the symptoms persist for more than five seconds. The interaction of the mind that observes and absorbs with ideas and creations, and then the springing to life of the creative impulse. The middle section novella is a fictional piece created out of all the various non-fictional occurrences and associations. Outubro de 2010: não satisfeita em não ter gostado do livro original, comprei a tradução - pra reclamar tudo de novo.

It’s not that great or even that compelling a story, one of lost innocence, but I like how it gives evidence to her theory; The figure skater, images from an Estonian film, Weil, Modiano, Camus, a visit to a French cemetery, they’re all here in her story. The point of this section is that looking at Camus's manuscript inspires Smith to do some more writing of her own, but to me it honestly just felt like she was bragging about her amazing experience at Camus's house; the writing element was peripheral. I was disappointed, wanted more of the autobiographical material, or at least less of an abstract, cool-toned story--though I liked it better when the characters moved on to North Africa, picking up the Rimbaud theme. No entanto, tudo me pareceu muito cenográfico e genérico, as deambulações por Paris e sua psicogeografia batida, uns insights em pontos óbvios, ainda que haja um ou outro ponto de vivacidade aqui e ali.As she travels she is reading Simone Weil (1909-1943) and thinking back to the Estonian film that she watched, along with an ice-skating competition with a young 16-year-old competitor.