PATTI’S POEMS PLEASE/NO THANK YOU
Dear CREEM: I thought the portfolio of Patti Smith’s poems was really great. She and her poems are one of a kind, a magical kind that lies within one person, and she’s it. I think that one of a kinds should be kept that way. And there’s only one way to do it. We don’t need more like her, we need more of her.
Jesse Kim Mantua, N.J.
Dear CREEM: Why do you persist in publishing such drivel as your piece on hipless P. Smith? I suggest you stay away from such incestuous New York tripe and stay with things more tasteful -- like the Revolution, or Radical Lesbians Take Up Karate, or the Bio-Degradable Kotex Syndrome.
Dear CREEM: I want to thank you for believing in my poetry enough to give me all them pages (Vol. 3, No. 4). I been fighting for a long time to be recognized as a poet, even though I got a rock ‘n’ roll soul. To me there’s room in my body for both. In the ole days poets were hot stuff. They had balls and a real electric mouth. Rock ‘n’ roll took over. It shot through the heart harder. But language got rhythm. I won’t give it up. No.
Ever since I was a little kid I felt I had a mission. Lots of people have. Joan of Arc. Mayakovsky, Manolete, Smokey Robinson, Todd Rundgren, Stravinsky ... millions of people. Me Too. Ain’t nobody stopping me. But there are people starting me ... That includes you guys.
When I am in full force. When I’m real famous. I’ll always remember the people who stuck their neck out when I was a punk. People like you guys ...
New York City
PS: Peter Hujar did not take those pictures. My best girlfriend, Judy Linn, did.