Dreaded sunny day to Saturday Night Divas
I needed a break after a marathon of listening to The Smiths and Morrissey so I flipped on the TV. Spice World was on LOGO. I tuned in just in time for the alien encounter. Now my heart is full and I have spiced up my life.
Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed.
It leads to each other. We become ourselves.
For a time Robert protected me, then was dependent on me, and then possessive of me. His transformation was the rose of Genet, and he was pierced deeply by his blooming. I too desired to feel more of the world. Yet sometimes that desire was nothing more than a wish to go backward where our mute light spread from hanging lanterns with mirrored panels. We had ventured out like Maeterlinck’s children seeking the bluebird and were caught in the twisted briars of our new experiences.
— Patti Smith (“Just Kids,” 2010)
To the Editor:
In “The Humble Pope” (Op-Ed, nytimes.com, Feb. 12), Carol Zaleski says Pope Benedict sought “to carry on the version of feminism that one associates with John Paul II.” In other words, he was anti-feminist. And so it will continue.
Denver, Feb. 12, 2013
I like reading a series of male perspectives on the departing pope followed by a single, succinct female perspective.
Well, you cannot know a dream
When you turn away
You don’t know
You’ll never care
The night is not your friend…
…and when the nightmare ends
but you never understand
When you’re gone
She wakes up calling out
Oh, calling out
as children, they may cry as she will…
Anytime, oh anywhere
Blinded by the light of the day
Ooh she has known the nightmare…
…Somewhere in her ancient ways
She walks through the night
And she tries to just get through the day
Some will never know or share
Any kind of dream…
…This is not the world
This is not the world
This is not the real world…
— Stevie Nicks, “The Nightmare”