It has been a wobbly week. And old friend struggling with suicidal urges. I think she is on the up now.
Suicide. Grim. I have wanted to be dead, but never to kill myself. I think suicide creates more distress than it resolves in general, but then that is not the Suicide's problem. To be in a state of such bleakness as to imagine the world would be a better place without you, that you kids would cope fine, that your friends would get over it....
On the up side Patti Smith's new album Twelve has arrived and she is as splendid as she has ever been.
I am particularly enjoying the banjo on Smells Like Teen Spirit. It is all covers but she makes them her own.