【Patti Smith怀念刚刚去世的Sam Shepard】
His nose was beautiful but his mouth— they were specific on this point—was big and not intellectual. His lower lip was pronounced, giving him a combative aspect, which diminished his elegance a bit, yet served, they were quick to add, to animate his physiognomy. His face was oval and there was something feminine about his wide forehead and pointy chin. Despite his disproportionate mouth, Keats, they’d concede, was handsome. Sometimes he had the look in his eyes of a Delphic priestess on the hunt for visions.
He wore a sack on his back filled with old clothes and new socks, pens, paper, ink, Cary’s translation of the Divine Comedy, and a draft of Isabella.
When he dreamed of bobbing in the turbine in Canto V of Dante’s Inferno, it was one of the great joys of his life.http://goo.gl/jHRetW
This past May, the Australian luxury developer Tim Gurner made international news by saying that millennials could not own property due to their overindulgence in avocado toast. “When I was trying to buy my first home, I wasn’t buying smashed avocado for nineteen dollars and four coffees at four dollars each, he told Australian “60 Minutes.” Gurner is a fast-rising real-estate millionaire, yet he was widely criticized for knowing naught of which he spoke. “It would take a lot of skipped avocados to put a dent in the heavy costs of homeownership,” the Times pointed out in a double-bylined, eight-hundred-word piece, “Fact-Checking a Mogul’s Claims About Avocado Toast, Millennials and Home Buying.” Time magazine did some elaborate napkin math: “If avocado toast costs around $8 a serving, you’d have to skip approximately 4,900 of those beloved toasts to afford that new home.” And that was for just a $39,300 down payment—a song in cities where the toast is craved.
One night in the late 1980s, when Dylan was down the dumper and U2 were on top of the world, Bono went round to Bob’s house. Spending time with him was like having dinner on a train, Bob wrote: “Feels like you’re moving, going somewhere”. Bono knew a lot about the States, and what he didn’t know he was curious about. He could say things to sway anybody, said Bob: if he had come to America in the early part of the century, he would have been a cop.
Today, no one listens to Bono. Those who have met him recall his charm and his phenomenal memory – like a good politician, he knows where you last met, the names of your kids.