Exit Sam Shepard
2. august 2017Skuespilleren og forfatteren Sam Shephard døde forleden 73 år gammel. Jeg havde lige læst om ham i Patti Smiths Just Kids, hvor hun fortæller om deres forhold i ungdommens år. Og hun følger op i tidsskriftet The New Yorker under rubrikken “My Buddy“:
He would call me late in the night from somewhere on the road, a ghost town in Texas, a rest stop near Pittsburgh, or from Santa Fe, where he was parked in the desert, listening to the coyotes howling. But most often he would call from his place in Kentucky, on a cold, still night, when one could hear the stars breathing. Just a late-night phone call out of a blue, as startling as a canvas by Yves Klein; a blue to get lost in, a blue that might lead anywhere. I’d happily awake, stir up some Nescafé and we’d talk about anything. About the emeralds of Cortez, or the white crosses in Flanders Fields, about our kids, or the history of the Kentucky Derby. But mostly we talked about writers and their books. Latin writers. Rudy Wurlitzer. Nabokov. Bruno Schulz.
