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The Patti Smith Interview

This interview was conducted in the loft Patti Smith shared with Robert Mapplethorpe just down the street from the Chelsea Hotel on West 23rd street in Manhattan. Mapplethorpe’s art, though sparse, was prominent on the walls. It was early August 1972. Patti had seen the Rolling Stones at Madison Square Garden a week earlier. My press, Telegraph Books, had published her first book of poems, Seventh Heaven, earlier that year. I had just returned from an extensive visit to England. Patti’s pretty little sister, Linda, was also present. The interview is significant because this was the first occasion on which I realized I had some talent as an interviewer. And I imagine Patti must have realized she was an outstanding interviewee. It was published that September in one hundred copies by Jeff Goldberg by his Philadelphia based Red Room Books series.

August 1972

VICTOR BOCKRIS: Would you consider yourself to be the greatest poet in New York City?

PATTI SMITH: Um, the greatest poet in New York City? Um, Shit. I can’t think of what to say. I don’t think I’m a great poet at all. I don’t even think I’m a good poet. I just think I write neat stuff.

BOCKRIS: Why does it sell well?

SMITH: ’Cause I sell. ’Cause you know I got a good personality and people really like me. When people buy my book you know they’re really buying a piece of Patti Smith. That book is autobiographical. It sheds the light of my heroes on it. No good poet thinks they’re good. Blaise Cendrars said he was a bad poet.

BOCKRIS: How does it work in relation to people who don’t know you? People in Omaha?

SMITH: Because I think I’m a good writer. I’m a good writer in the same way Mickey Spillane or Raymond Chandler or James M. Cain is a good writer. There’s a lot of American rhythms. I mean I can seduce people. I got good punchlines, you know. I got all the stuff that Americans like. Some of it’s dirt. There’s a lot of good jokes. I mean I write to entertain. I write to make people laugh. I write to give a double take. I write to seduce a chick. I wrote “Girl Trouble” about Anita Pallenberg. Anita Pallenberg would read it and think twice and maybe she’d invite me over to the south of France and have a little nookie or something. Everything I write has a motive behind it. I write to have somebody. I write the same way I perform. I mean you only perform because you want people to fall in love with you. You want them to react to you.

BOCKRIS: John Wieners said to me yesterday that he figured he’d only just become a poet. He’s thirty-eight and he figured this latest book of his [Selected Poems] was his first book. And it took him seventeen years to get there. What do you feel about that?

SMITH: The other day I reread my book and figured I had written my last book. I don’t think that has anything to do with anything. Rimbaud wrote his last book when he was twenty-two and sometimes I figure I did my best work as an artist from post-adolescent energy.

BOCKRIS: Do you think you’re a genius?

SMITH: I’m not very intelligent.

BOCKRIS: But genius is something else. So you agree, right?

SMITH: Yeah, yeah. It’s like when I was a little kid I always knew that I had some special kind of thing inside me. I mean I wasn’t very attractive. I wasn’t very verbal. I wasn’t very smart in school. I wasn’t anything that showed physically to the world that I was something special but I had this tremendous hope all the time, you know, I had this tremendous spirit that kept me going no matter how fucked up I was. Just had this kind of light inside me that kept spurring me on.

BOCKRIS: Why don’t you take us back there to New Jersey in those days when you were a teenager beginning the great trail out? I mean, tell us when you first started to write and everything. How it happened.

SMITH: Well, I always wrote. After I was seven when I read Little Women I wanted to be like Louisa May Alcott. The whole thing to me was in Little Women. Jo was the big move. It seems silly but Jo in Little Women with all those fairy tales and plays introduced me to the writer as performer. She would write those plays and perform them and get her sisters laughing even in the face of death so I wanted to be a chick like her, you know, who wrote and performed what I wrote and so I used to write these dumb little plays and then I wrote these banal little short stories but I wasn’t good. I showed no promise and then when I went to high school I used to write these really dramatic poems just like any other kid writes. About everything I didn’t know about. I was a virgin. I had never faced death. I had never faced war and pestilence and of course I read about sex, pestilence, disease, malaria, I read about everything but I never …

BOCKRIS: What year is this?

SMITH: ’62–’63. Then in ’64 you know I started really getting involved in the lives of people. You know, it was like around ’63–’64 I got seduced by people’s lifestyles, like Modigliani, Soutine, Rimbaud.

BOCKRIS: How did you get in touch with Rimbaud?

SMITH: Well, I was working in a factory and I was inspecting baby-buggy bumper beepers and it was my lunch break and there was this genius sausage sandwich that the guy in the little cart would bring and I really wanted one. They were like $1.45 but the thing is the guy only brought two a day and the two ladies who ruled the factory, named Stella Dragon and Dotty Hook, took these sausage sandwiches. They were really wrecks, they had no teeth and everything.

So there was nothing else I wanted. You get obsessed with certain tastes. My mouth was really dying for this hot sausage sandwich so I was real depressed. I went across the railroad tracks to this little bookstore. I was roaming around there and I was looking for something to read and I saw Illuminations, you know, the cheap paperback of Illuminations. I mean, every kid had it. Rimbaud looks so genius. There’s that grainy picture of Rimbaud and I thought he was so neat looking and I instantly snatched it up and I didn’t even know what it was about, I just thought Rimbaud was a neat name. I probably called him Rimbald and I thought he was so cool. So I went back to the factory. And I was reading it. It was in French on one side and English on the other and this almost cost me my job ’cause Dotty Hook saw that I was reading something that had foreign language and she said, “What are you reading that foreign stuff for?” and I said “It’s not foreign,” and she said, “It’s foreign—it’s communist—anything foreign is communist.” So then she said it so loud hat everybody thought I was reading The Communist Manifesto or something and they all ran up and, of course, complete chaos, and I just left the factory in a big huff and I went home. So of course I attached a lot of importance to that book before I had even read it and I just really fell in love with it. It was gracious son of Pan that I fell in love with it ’cause it was so sexy.

BOCKRIS: At what point in this stage did you figure out and begin to understand what you were doing?

SMITH: Not until a few months ago.

BOCKRIS: Why then?

SMITH: Well, see, what happened is I didn’t really fall in love with writing as writing. I fell in love with writers’ lifestyles: Rimbaud’s lifestyle—I was in love with Rimbaud for being a mad angel and all that shit. And then I became friends with Janet [Hamill] and she was a writer, there was all these writers in New Jersey. There was just like this little scene. I was secretly writing. I was doing a lot of art. People knew me as an artist and so, like, I was secretly ashamed of my writing because all my best friends were great writers. So I didn’t have no confidence in myself. I used to write stuff mostly about girls getting rid of their virginity and I used to write like Lorca. I wrote this one thing about this brother raping his cold sister under the white moon. It was called, “The Almond Tree.” While his father raped the young stepmother and she died and he was … He looked at her cadaver and he said, “You are cold in death even colder to me than you were in life.”

BOCKRIS: What do you find are the major problems you have as a writer at this point?

SMITH: When I was a kid? Well, I had no understanding of language. I was so romantic and I thought all you had to do is expel the romance. I had no idea the romance of language was a whole thing in itself. I had no idea of what to do with language. I mean, all I had was I used to record my dreams. I had no conception of style of words.

BOCKRIS: Tell me how Seventh Heaven got put together. It’s a 48-page book. That’s a lot of work.

SMITH: Right before I met Telegraph Books I started in the last two years reorganizing my style. I started feeling confidence in my writing. I just realized what language was. You know, I started seeing language as magic. Two things happened that really liberated me. The major thing was reading Mickey Spillane. Because I wanted to move out of … I was starting to get successful in writing these long almost rock and roll poems. And I liked to perform them but I suddenly realized that though they were great performed, they weren’t such hot shit written down. I’m not saying I didn’t stand behind them, but there’s a certain kind of poetry that’s performance poetry. It’s like the American Indians weren’t writing conscious poetry, they were making chants. They were making ritual language and the language of ritual is the language of the moment. But as far as being frozen on a piece of paper is concerned, they weren’t inspiring. You can do anything when you perform, you can say anything you want as long as you’re a great performer, you know you can repeat a word over and over and over as long as you’re a fantastic performer. You know you never understand what Mick Jagger is saying except “Let it Boogie” or “Jumping Jack Flash” but it’s always so powerful ’cause he’s such a fantastic performer.

BOCKRIS: Well how do you deal with that problem? That’s a central problem in your work. Tony Glover says in his review of Seventh Heaven. He talks about the poetry of performance. I feel that’s a central thing we’re dealing with at the moment. How to get it down so you can have a book that people can read, but that you can also perform.

SMITH: That book to me represents me on the tightrope between writing and performing. I was writing stuff like “Mary Jane” or the Joan of Arc stuff, which is total performance poetry but, you know, I think they were worthy of being printed because their content is important. The Joan of Arc poem is almost total rhythm masturbation but it puts Joan of Arc in a new light, it puts her forth as a virgin with a hot pussy who realizes that she’s gonna get knocked off before she gets a chance to come. So there is a concept there that made the rhythm worth of being frozen. But like I said, I was reading Mickey Spillane. I couldn’t get into prose ’cause I don’t talk that well. I’m not good in grammar. I can’t spell. I have lousy sentence structure. I don’t know how to use commas so I just get very intimidated when I write something that isn’t completely vertical. So I started reading Mickey Spillane, you know, and Mike Hammer, his hammer language: I ran, I ran fast down the alley. And back again. I mean he wrote like that. Three-word sentences and they’re like a chill and they’re real effective and I got real seduced by his speed and at the same time I started reading Céline ’cause it’s just too intellectual but the idea that he could freeze one word and put a period. He dared put one word—yellow—and follow it by forty other words like forty movements, also like some kind of concerto or something. He’s not as seducing to me as Mickey Spillane but I juggled the two.

And then the third thing: I was reading Michaux. He’s so funny. He wrote this thing called The Adventure of Phene and it’s about this guy who’s totally paranoid. He’s so paranoid he goes to Rome and wants to see the Coliseum and the travel guide says, “Oh, I’m so sorry. Well, could I at least have a postcard?” and he says, “Don’t be ridiculous.” And he says, “Oh, I never really meant to have a postcard. I don’t even know why I came to this country.” And he leaves.

So I mean I got three things. I got speed, humor, the holiness of the single word. So I just mixed them all up.

BOCKRIS: Mostly European influences, Rimbaud, Cendrars, Céline, Michaux.

SMITH: Well, it used to be totally European. I had no interest in American writing at all.

BOCKRIS: Why?

SMITH: It’s because of biographies. I was mostly attracted to lifestyles and there just were not any great biographies of genius American lifestyles except the cowboys. And I’m a girl and I was interested in the feminineness of men.

BOCKRIS: What you’re trying to do in your writing is create a lifestyle. Seventh Heaven is a lifestyle.

SMITH: If I didn’t think so much of myself I’d think I was a name-dropper, but there’s a difference. You can read my book and who do you get out of it? Edie Sedgwick, Marianne Faithfull, Joan of Arc, Frank Sinatra … all people I really like. But I’m not doing it to drop names. I’m doing it to say this is another piece of who I am. You know, I am an American. It’s ironic I should be so involved with the French because I’m absolutely an American. I’m shrouded in the lives of my heroes.

BOCKRIS: Would you find anybody in America now who you think influences you a lot?

SMITH: It’s mostly dead people.

BOCKRIS: Anybody alive?

SMITH: Dylan. You can’t reject Dylan. But Dylan seduced me when he had a fantastic lifestyle. I’ll always love Dylan all my life but Dylan was a big thing to me when he was BOB DYLAN. Now he’s whatever he is but when he was there and had America in the grip of his fist, then I got so excited about him. As far as anybody living.

BOCKRIS: I find the position of a writer is a fairly isolated one. It’s fairly lonely task. Do you find that?

SMITH: No, ’cause I don’t have the balls to say I’m a writer. I don’t think I’m good enough. See, I love my works. I think I’ve written some really good things. I think “Judith” is just as good as anything ever written, but I couldn’t sit down and do it all the time. Oh, Sam Shepard. I admire him.

BOCKRIS: Do you find you learn from him?

SMITH: Sure, I learn from Sam because Sam is one of the most magic people I’ve ever met. Sam is really the most true American man I’ve ever met in as far as he’s also hero-oriented. He has a completely western romance mind. He loves gangsters, he loves cowboys, he’s totally physical. He loves bigness. You know Americans love bigness. In his plays there’s always a huge Cadillac or a huge breast or a huge monster. His whole life moves on rhythms. He’s a drummer. I mean, everything about Sam is so beautiful and has to do with rhythm. That’s why Sam and I successfully collaborated because he didn’t know that he was … intuitively he worked with the rhythm. I do it conceptually. I work with being a thematic writer. He just does it because he’s got rhythm in his blood. I do it intellectually. He does it from the heart. And so we were able to establish a really deep communion that way.

BOCKRIS: You’re not working with him at the moment, are you?

SMITH: No.

BOCKRIS: You don’t associate with many writers?

SMITH: Well, my best friends are writers. I never collaborate.

BOCKRIS: I wasn’t thinking so much of collaborations. People I feel more comfortable with tend to be writers nowadays because they tend to recognize me and I tend to recognize them.

SMITH: No, I don’t think I have the modern writer’s lifestyle.

BOCKRIS: You don’t take yourself seriously?

SMITH: Ultimately, I don’t take anything serious and I can take everything seriously. I’m too much of a cynic to take anything serious. If I’m in a good, pure, relaxed state I can look at certain of my works and like them. But most of the time I look at my stuff and say, Ah, this is a load of shit. Mick Jagger listens to his albums and says they’re shit. Bob Dylan listens to his albums and says they’re shit. It hurts me to read an interview where Bob Dylan says he hates Nashville Skyline. But I know how I feel. The best work to me is the work in progress. Which I why I produce … I almost hate to see my work go out. I’m more guilty of not being published than any publisher because I’m always in progress. I didn’t like to finish my drawings. Yeats was like that. How many versions of “Leda and the Swan” did he do? It’s so difficult ’cause it means it’s dead. De Kooning did twenty-eight dead women under Women I because you know he couldn’t stand to say that she was done. It’s like you know when a woman has a baby, she created it. It’s just begun. But when an artist does a piece of work, as soon as he does the last brushstroke or the last period, it’s finished.

BOCKRIS: How did you feel when Seventh Heaven came out?

SMITH: I carried it around with me for weeks.

BOCKRIS: Did it catalyze anything in your head about writing?

SMITH: I stopped writing for a while. I was like a kid at first. I didn’t understand it. I saw it. It was in front of me. I liked to carry it on buses and hope people would recognize it was me on the cover. I stopped seeing the poetry as soon as it was printed. I’ll stand behind that book, I think it’s a damn good book, but the only two poems I like the best are the two last ones which are the most recent ones. I think ‘Judith’ is the best thing I ever write.

BOCKRIS: Would you say anything about the difference between being a man and a woman in relation to writing?

SMITH: I don’t feel it that much.

BOCKRIS: You write about it a lot.

SMITH: Being a writer?

BOCKRIS: No, you’re a woman. You used the image a few minutes ago of giving birth to a child. It rang a bell in my mind …

SMITH: I don’t consider myself a female poet. It’s only lately that I’ve been able to consider myself a female artist. I don’t think I hold any sex. I think I have both masculine and feminine rhythms in my work. In the same sense I don’t think Mick Jagger is just a masculine performer.

BOCKRIS: You’re bisexual.

SMITH: Completely heterosexual.

BOCKRIS: You talk as if you were bisexual.

SMITH: Most of my poems are written to women because women are most inspiring. Who are most artists? Men. Who do they get inspired by? Women. The masculinity in me gets inspired by female. I get, you know, I fall in love with men and they take me over. I ain’t no women’s lib chick. So I can’t write about a man because I’m under his thumb but a woman I can be male with. I can use her as my muse. I tried to make it with a chick once and I thought it was a drag. She was too soft. I like hardness. I like to feel a male chest. I like the bone. I like muscle. I don’t like all that soft breast.

BOCKRIS: You find women inspiring from a distance. Anita Pallenberg, Joan of Arc, Marianne Faithfull, Edie Sedgwick, you know …

SMITH: No, I don’t know any of the girls I wrote about. I wrote about Judy, one of my best friends, but I could only write about her when she was away from me for a year. Then all of a sudden she became a muse. I don’t like women close up because they’re attainable. It’s like I met Edie Sedgwick a few times and she had nothing to do with me. Who was I? But I thought she was swell, she was one of my first heroines. Vali’s a perfect example. Vali’s one of the only chicks I’ve ever attained and she didn’t go in my book. Vali has been a heroine of mine since I was fourteen years old. She was my original heroine. And when I met her she tattooed my knee. We kissed and all that. She suddenly vanished as one of my great muses. I didn’t put her in the book and she’s the one chick who deserved it because we touched.

BOCKRIS: Tell me about the writing of a poem for you.

SMITH: Let me get the book out. I’ll take “Judith.” Most of my poems I write in two ways. I write them from first writing a letter to someone who will never receive the letter or I write recording a dream. “Skunk Dog” was a complete dream.

Judy was a girl I was in love with in the brain. I’m in love with her because we have similar brain energy. We can travel through time. We have this fantastic way of communicating. But she doesn’t let me touch her. She’s one girl that maybe I would have like to have done something to. At one point I was really obsessed with her and she wouldn’t let me and at one point she went away to Nepal and right before she left she grabbed me and kissed me and I was so shocked I pushed her away and she said, “You blew it” just ’cause I was too chicken-shit. As long as she acted real tough … but as soon as she reached out for me I got scared. I’m a phony.

So anyway Judy was away and I loved her so much that I couldn’t stand it. I started dreaming of her. So I was trying to write her a letter, but when you really love someone it’s almost impossible to write them. It’s people you love the most who you can’t communicate with verbally. I had such a strong mental contact with this girl that I couldn’t talk to her. So I was at the typewriter. It’s made writing a much more physical thing. I write with the same fervor as Jackson Pollock used to paint. And all the things that we had, like, we loved the movie Judex, I started writing down in a line, just words but, you know, words that were perfect, words like “kodak,” “radiant,” “jellybitch,” and I just tried writing these words.

BOCKRIS: You built the rest of the poem around the central words?

SMITH: Yeah. I had these words. I was trying to write her a letter but I had no idea where she was, so obviously it was a piece of narcissism. I was just trying to write this thing. Sort of jacking off. I was trying to project with words and language a photograph of Judy. So, anyway, I had all these words and they laid around for a couple of days and I looked at them and they were almost a perfect square and that’s just how it is. I stretched them, put a few full stops in.

BOCKRIS: How long did it take you to write that poem?

SMITH: About two and a half days. I think it’s perfect. Another reason I like this poem is it explains our relationship through words like “jewel,” “angelfood,” “avocado,” it illustrates our personal aesthetic, then it illustrates our problem because it says she would not let me touch her. The other thing is it has my love for punchline. My favorite thing in it is “ah spansule.” That’s another thing. I love words. I heard some guy say “spansule” as I was writing this. I said, “That’s a neat word, what does it mean?” He said, “Spansule, gelatin, a hollow pill.” I love definitions. I wrote that down and I like it so much and I wanted to put it in this poem but what was my motive for putting it in this poem? So I said, “Ah spansule a hollow pill what’s in it for me.’” That’s joke enough, but I kept carrying it, for love of Judy Judy Judy punch punch punch which … I think that’s funny.

BOCKRIS: Well, why do you find most other writers in America boring?

SMITH: I think I’m a timeless writer.

BOCKRIS: You’re a writer in the middle of a literary scene and you’re totally ignoring the literary scene around you. How long can you keep going on your own?

SMITH: I can keep going because I’m constantly stimulated by earth’s glitter. I’m constantly stimulated. I’m not at any loss for material.

BOCKRIS: Are you satisfied with holding on to the same style?

SMITH: No, I write totally different.

BOCKRIS: What are you writing now?

SMITH: Back to Rimbaud again. “Judith” is really a left-handed part of Illuminations and I’m writing more like that now. I’m allowing myself to get more obscure. I’ve always been against that. I like people to say what they mean. But what I’m moving into now is sort of the style of the Illuminations but more describing situations that have not happened. Like that thing I told you called ‘Paprade’. I like to talk casually about things like I say, “Regard I’ve popped out my eye, there it lies on the ground like some sick kodak. I pick it up and throw it in the face of an unsuspecting grandma, a pedestrian.” I like writing like a news reporter about more obscure events. In other words my writing is much more didactic. Documentaries of fantasies. That gives me a chance to get really obscure in terms of actions but it gives the reader a chance because it’s written so rigidly they don’t know something really bizarre is happening.

BOCKRIS: Do you know what you’re doing or is it hit and miss?

SMITH: I know what I’m doing. I was never an egomaniac …

BOCKRIS: You’re not?

SMITH: … until lately because I know what I’m doing.

BOCKRIS: When did that moment come?

SMITH: It came when I started writing things like “Judith.” I know that’s a good poem. I know it’ll be a good poem in ten years from now. To me when I am both inspired and have light emitting from me and feel real natural and intuitive but also at the same time clearly walk into my brain and look around.

BOCKRIS: Before we get on to talking about things in the present let’s clear up a few things in the past. Tell me about Blaise Cendrars and his influence on you and how that came about.

SMITH: I was working at Scribner’s. I discovered Blaise Cendrars because of packaging. I should have discovered him years ago but people are so jealous and want Apollinaire to be the big spirit of the twenties and Blaise has really been sucked in the mud, you know. So I was working at Scribner’s and Doubleday published Moravagine. It was beautifully packaged, had a drawing on it very similar to how I draw which immediately seduced me. I saw the drawing on the cover, it looked just like one of my drawings, I looked on the back and it said something about insanity and a collective unconsciousness …

BOCKRIS: Do you write when you’re traveling?

SMITH: Right now I’ve been in this room in this city for so long I don’t see it any more and I’m not being stimulated. Lately I’ve just been doing a lot of cleaning inside my brain. My eyes are not seeing anything around me. So I’ve been dreaming a lot, recording dreams and trying to look within, but I’m not worried about it. I’m just waiting for the moment when I’ll get to take a train or plane someplace and I know I’ll spurt out because I’ve just got to see new things. I think Rimbaud said he needs new scenery and a new noise and I need that.

BOCKRIS: Does the fact that you don’t find any younger writers you learn from depress you?

SMITH: Their lifestyles don’t attract me. I think I’m ballsier, a better performer. I think they can learn from me.

BOCKRIS: So you feel the people you can learn from are the rock and roll scene?

SMITH: Yeah, in the sixties it was Jim Morison, Bob Dylan, now it’s still the Rolling Stones. There was Smokey Robinson. I can still get excited about Humphrey Bogart. I like people who are bigger than me. I’m not interested in meeting poets or a bunch of writers who I don’t think are bigger than life. I’m a hero worshipper, I’m not a fame fucker, but I am a hero worshipper. I’ve always been in love with heroes, that’s what seduced me into art. You know Modigliani, Jackson Pollock, de Kooning, people that were hot shit, you know. I want to know heroes, not eighth-class writers.

BOCKRIS: Let’s get into the poetry of performance. I’ve just finished as essay called “The Poet Os a Performer.” So that seems to me to be where it’s at. What does it mean to you?

SMITH: Poets have been, I think, part of it is because of Victorian England or something or how they crucified Oscar Wilde or something, but poets have become simps. There’s this new thing: the poet is a simp, the sensitive young man always away in the attic, but it wasn’t always like that. It used to be that the poet was a performer and I think the energy of Frank O’Hara started to re-inspire that. In the sixties there was all that happening stuff. Then Frank O’Hara died and it sort of petered out and then Dylan and Allen Ginsberg revitalized it, but then it got all fucked up again because instead of people learning from Dylan and Allen Ginsberg and realizing that a poet was a performer, they thought that a poet was a social protester. So it got fucked up. I ain’t into social protesting.

BOCKRIS: You obviously have a real belief in the possibility of poetry becoming a big public art again, which I really dig. But exactly how to you think that can happen?

SMITH: I’ve found it has more to do with the physical presence. Physical presentation in performing is more important than what you’re saying, quality comes through of course, but if your quality of intellect is high and your love of the audience is evident and you have a strong physical presence you can get away with anything. I mean Billy Graham is a great performer even though he is a hunk of shit. Adolph Hitler was a fantastic performer. He was a black magician. And I learned from that. You can seduce people into mass consciousness.

BOCKRIS: Don’t you think you’re directly competing with the Rolling Stones and how can you possibly win?

SMITH: It’s not that I want to win. It’s just that I think the Rolling Stones aren’t always around, you know. I think Mick Jagger is one of the greatest living performers. The other thing that gave me hope for the future of poetry is the Rolling Stones concert at Madison Square Gardens because Jagger was real tired and fucked up. It was Tuesday, he had done two concerts and he was just really on the brink of collapse but the kind of collapse that transcends into magic. He was so tired that he needed the energy of the audience. And he was not a rock and roll singer Tuesday night, he was closer to a poet than he ever has been. Because he was tired he could hardly sing. I love the music of the Rolling Stones, but what was foremost was not the music but the performance, the naked performance. And it was like his naked performance, his rhythm, his movement, his talk. He was so tired he was saying things like “very warm here warm warm warm it’s very hot here hot hot New York New York New York bang bang bang.” I mean none of that stuff is genius but it was his presence and his power to hold the audience in his palm. There was electricity. If the Rolling Stones had walked off that night and left Mick Jagger alone he was as great as any great poet that night. He could’ve spoken some of his best lyrics and had the audience just as magnetized. Maybe just with Charlie’s drum, Charlie’s drums and Mick (I’m not renouncing the others, I love Keith Richards to death). Just the drum beat rhythm and Mick’s words or refrains that are always magic could have been very powerful and could have I believe held the audience. And that excited me so much I almost blew apart because I saw almost a complete future of poetry. I really saw it, I really felt it. I got so excited I could hardly stand being in my skin and, like, I believe in that. That’s given me faith to keep going.

BOCKRIS: In as much as there is the possibility of poets becoming public figures, what is the public function of the poet?

SMITH: All I try to do is entertain. Another thing I do is give people breathing room. In other words … I don’t mean any of the stuff I say. When I say that bad stuff about God or Christ, I don’t mean that stuff. I don’t know what I mean, it’s just it gives somebody a new view, a new way to look at something. I like to look at things from ten or fifteen different angles, you know. So it gives people a chance to be blasphemous through me. The other thing is that through performance I reach such states in which my brain feels so open, so full of light, it feels huge. It feels as big as the Empire State Building and if I can develop a communication with an audience, a bunch of people, when my brain is that big and very receptive, imagine the energy and the intelligence and all the things I can steal from them.

BOCKRIS: Would you give up writing tomorrow if you could continue performing in some other way?

SMITH: No, I can’t give it up. I have no choice.

BOCKRIS: Is that really true?

SMITH: I wanted to be an artist, I worked to be an artist for maybe six years and so as soon as I became a good artist all of a sudden I couldn’t draw because in 1969 it began that I put my piece of paper and my canvas in front of me and I could see the finished product before I even touched the paper and it was frightening to me.

I like to work. I like that anguish you go through when you’re writing something. I like to battle with language. When I started being able to see the finished product before I got a chance to work it out, it had no interest for me. I’m not interested in the finished product; I’m interested in creating the moment. I mean the finished product is for the people who buy the stuff, you know. And I’m not interested in doing stuff so other people can get their rocks off only. I gave up art just like that in one day after putting seven years into it. And I was fucking good and then I wrote and now what happens is I became so good at writing those vertical poems, those performing poems, they’re no longer a challenge.

BOCKRIS: So what did you do?

SMITH: I stopped.

BOCKRIS: Are you in a transition phase?

SMITH: Yeah. Transition phases are very hard for me. They usually come in the summer and last about three months and they’re usually the worst three months of my life. This one wasn’t ’cause I happened to be in love. They usually come when I’m most fucked up. My brain is hungrier than it ever has been in my whole life but my pussy is being fed so I can … So I’m not as fucked up as I could be. Last year when this happened I just wanted to kill myself. I thought I wasn’t learning, I wasn’t developing.

BOCKRIS: Are you self-critical?

SMITH: Extremely self-critical. So much as I love my work, I hate it.

BOCKRIS: If I was to offer you a reading tour with three other poets, who would you choose as the three other poets?

SMITH: Jim Carroll, Bernadette Mayer, Muhammad Ali.

BOCKRIS: Why?

SMITH: Because they’re all good performers. Ali’s a good performer. He’s got great rhythms. He’s a good writer in a certain frame of reference. He’s entertaining. Bernadette Mayer because I like what she does conceptually. She’s a real speed-driven poet. Sometimes I don’t like her because she’s overly political and too influenced by St. Mark’s, but she’s also a good performer. Jim Carroll because I think he’s one of the best poets in America. At least he was when he was writing; I don’t know if he still writes. Jim Carroll is one of America’s true poets. I mean, he is a true poet. It kills me he’s twenty-three, he wrote all his best poems the same year of his life as Rimbaud did. He had the same intellectual quality and bravado as Rimbaud. He’s a junkie. He’s bisexual. He’s been fucked by every male and female genius in America. He’s been fucked over by all those people. He lives all over.

He lives a disgusting life. Sometimes you have to pull him out of a gutter. He’s been in prison. He’s a total fuck-up. But what great poet wasn’t?

I think the St. Mark’s poets are so namby-pamby they’re frauds. They write about “Today at 9:15 I shot speed with Brigid, sitting in the such and such.” They’re real cute about putting it in a poem but if Jim Carroll comes into the church and throws up that’s not a poem to them, that’s not cool. If you could play with it in your poetry that’s okay but if you’re really with it, that’s something else. They don’t want to face it.

I think he’s got all the characteristics of a great poet. He was St. Mark’s chance to have something real among them. And they blackballed him because he fucked up. I mean, he didn’t come to his poetry reading. He was in jail. Good for him. “Oh, well, we can’t ask him to do poetry readings anymore.” That’s ridiculous.

BOCKRIS: Do you read Pound or Olson?

SMITH: I like some of Pound. I’d rather read Eliot. I like pieces of Pound. I like Jules Laforgue better than either of them. I like Pound when he uses ditties same as Eliot, but I don’t understand much of what they’re saying. My intelligence is really dubious. I memorized “Prufrock” when I was a teenager. I thought it was beautiful. It had a lot to do with instilling in me a love of flowing rhythms but I don’t know what that poem’s about.

BOCKRIS: Do you find you learn a lot from Warhol?

SMITH: I used to think he was real cool in the sixties ’cause I like his lifestyle, I like the people he surrounded himself with and there was a lot of energy in the Factory. It paralleled with Bob Dylan but I think his whole family has gotten a lot tackier. But every time I want to say something about Andy Warhol I don’t trust him. Socially, you know, I’ve met him a lot of times and he’s always very nice. I don’t know how to take him … Let me just say one nice thing about Andy Warhol: he gave Stevie Wonder a camera, which was really cool, which is also what a good hustler he is. He has the ability to zoom in on the heart of things. Such an action reveals the two moods of Andy.

BOCKRIS: Are you interested in interviewing people?

SMITH: I’d like to talk with Mick Jagger, mostly because I’d like to talk about performing. I’d like to talk to Dylan if he was in a certain mood, but that’s why I stopped doing rock writing. I started interviewing people like Rod Stewart who I admire but because of my ego and my faith in my own work I don’t like meeting people on unequal terms, so I figured I’d stop doing that and would wait until they discovered me and we can meet on equal grounds. I couldn’t wait to meet Rod Stewart and then when I met him I didn’t want to ask him anything. I wanted to tell him stuff. I didn’t want to ask Rod Stewart about his work. I wanted to show him mine, that’s because right now I’m into performing. I’m into extending myself rather than putting other people into me. I’ve spent half to three quarters of my life sucking from other people and now I’d like to give some.

BOCKRIS: Do you think you’re really a phony?

SMITH: When I say that I mean it totally endearingly, I say it with love, you know. I just think I get a kick out of myself. I act tough. I act like a bitch, a motherfucker, it’s like when I’m doing this interview I act real tough and then my boyfriend comes in and I apologize to him and say, “I’ll be finished quick, baby.” I’m like a chameleon, I’m not a phony. I’m like a chameleon. I can fall into the rhythm of almost any situation as it calls for me. If I’m supposed to be a motherfucker I can be a motherfucker, if I’m supposed to be a sissy or a pansy I’ll be that too. I’ll be a sexpot, I’ll be a waif. It doesn’t mean I’m phony, it just means I’m flexible. I can marry the moment.

February 1974

Meanwhile we had not lost touch with Patti. And I for one was thrilled when she gave a poetry reading at St. Mark’s in February of ’74. “William Burroughs is back in town!” she announced at its conclusion adding, “Isn’t that great?” I breathed a sigh of relief because I realized that punk was not just going to pull the same lame rebel act of the E.G. Den Hop crowd and believe they had to kill their fathers to make it, like rock killed jazz. But that instead the punk artists would align themselves with both the beats as neo-beats to create their own movement in alliance with the past, in celebration and recognition of their fathers.

Smith and Hell were the standout examples. Patti spoke equally of Rimbaud and Artaud, Jim Morrison, and Dylan. Richard Hell, too, with his young Dylan ballads and his serial roles, some in the exact moment of teen collision, welded his act together under punk’s umbrella with one song: “Blank Generation.” This popped-up, pithy, 8-line long song became our equivalent of “Howl.”

That beat and punk were in pairs of prams underscored the knowledge that punk was an instant international movement. In Germany, France, and Japan, it survived. It was a big world. And minimalism played as big a role in the basis of punk as the Beats and Warhol did. Thus our poems too like Saroyan’s “guarrante” or my “in america/all we/do is work” stripped back the fat to start again with a single word. Like Iggy songs. Minimal. Mindblowing. Sexy. And all confusing.

May 1974

When I interviewed Mick Jagger at the Pierre Hotel in New York in ’74, one memorable thing he said was, “Something will happen. There’ll be some sort of change, but I think if there’s going to be a real sort of change, it will come from something completely new and they’ll take everyone by storm. But I dunno. It may not happen at all.”

October 1974

Andrew Wylie and I ran into William Burroughs sitting in a booth near the front door at Max’s Kansas City. Andrew approached him and was told to call James Grauerholz about an appointment.

Two weeks later we gave a dinner party for William at 110 East 17th Street. It was a convivial evening. Afterward, we walked to the corner of Park Avenue South to get a cab. Bill and I were in front, Andrew and James behind. As we neared the corner Bill put his arm around my shoulder in an avuncular fashion and said, “Well, it’s all up to you now, Victor.” A shiver went through my body. I couldn’t believe I’d heard him right, but his words froze in the air like icicles and hung there undeniable in their brevity and directness.

We were all punks really. Although in conclusion of our nine-month original investigation by publishing new poets with Telegraph Books, we had never at the time recognized that we had unearthed punk and brought it to the attention of this fucking world. And disciples of Ali, Burroughs, and Warhol. They walked through our center, the true white-hot hearts of punk. There was never a greater punk than Andy Warhol. He is the definition of everything that is great about punk. And he started out as a poet and remained one all his life. Muhammad Ali was treated like a punk and acted like one in the 1960s. Burroughs’ brain gave birth to the counterculture, the love generation, and the punk in Naked Lunch and The Wild Boys. Bill looked on benignly, letting us know he approved across the boards, even writing a letter in support to the Sex Pistols when they released God Save the Queen. Two years earlier he had written “Bugger the Queen.” So Burroughs co-invented punk, too.

As Punk magazine editor and master cartoonist John Holmstrom recently pointed out, “One cultural influence on Punk that’s been forgotten is 1970s minimalism. There was a concerted effort by bands like Suicide, the Ramones, and Talking Heads to follow the aesthetic that ‘less is more’ and to strip music down to its core. Blow it up and start all over again!” This was of course exactly what the minimalist poets I published in 1972 were doing.

The only thing I am interested in writing about is people, how they live, what happens, how they do it. It is true that we give ourselves to our work, and I believe that to an extent certainly for me this is necessary. And when you give yourself to your work you are of course not as there are you might otherwise be for other people.