A Review of the Patti Smith Exhibit at Foundation Cartier, Paris

I thought I’d put this in the form of a very eloquent poem
if you will
ahem
It’s easy to have a photo exhibit
When you’re Patti Smith-it
Times Change
What was significant then
Is not
Significant now
If this was your friend inviting you over for art
You’d say hmm
to be polite
About Arthur Rimbaud
She naively babbles
reminiscent of a teen diary
written in another era.
Yet she’s sixty or more
and has not that excuse.
Maybe she’s just gone a bit
Funny in the head.
I like her looks.
They are hearty.
So earthy.
They have not a thing to do with gender
Not male, Not female
Strong like a horse after a good run
Like her best album
also iconic and unapologetic
Her face is the only art I saw
Some pictures were kind of good
The tribute to David Hockney perhaps
though clearly an ado hoc dedication
As I walked I scribbled:
People with fame become so proud of themselves
they forget to keep pushing
and become
Ridiculously bad.