a better, happier St. Sebastian
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theholyinnocentIt's National Poetry Month (which several peeps on my flist have duly noted by posting and/or composing beautiful poems), and it's also scant days away from my girl's birthday. So here is a poem for both occasions, because having coffee with her is better than most things, including girls with machine gun legs.
Having A Coke With You
is even more fun than going top San Sebastain, Irun, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluoresent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasently definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the "Polish Rider" occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the "Nude Descending a Staircase" or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michaelangleo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
~ Frank O'Hara
Having A Coke With You
is even more fun than going top San Sebastain, Irun, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluoresent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasently definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the "Polish Rider" occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the "Nude Descending a Staircase" or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michaelangleo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
~ Frank O'Hara
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Date: 2007-04-13 06:15 pm (UTC)In fact, it is such a lovely gesture that I do not even have the urge to sully its pure love and the music only words can give us by making a joke.
Damn it.
Seriously, I hope someday someone will write me a poem instead of a hastily scribbled Post-It that reads:
we are out of toilet paper and pay Con Ed.
Thnx
*g*
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Date: 2007-04-17 08:45 pm (UTC)big easy woman,
eat gumbo with me, please.
I kill the girlfriend!
Knut the Hunk!
Date: 2007-04-17 09:50 pm (UTC)There really is nothing that little bear can't do!
No need for murder and mayhem, though. After finally meeting the GF, she is a very nice person and we are in complete agreement on several very important issues. In particular, the horror that is Nicole Kidman mangling a southern accent.
I actually just walked home from the grocery store with my ex-crush. So, now we are friends and neighbors.
Perhaps there are hot friends in the offing.
Just as long as they aren't in the gloaming.
I just hate when that happens!
*g*
Re: Knut the Hunk!
Date: 2007-04-18 01:49 pm (UTC)Re: Knut the Hunk!
Date: 2007-04-18 07:10 pm (UTC)Maybe we could convince him to come down here and... dispose of all the corrupt politicians?
Or at least, put the fear of Knut into the asshats from FEMA.
Fix
Everything
My
Ass
Heh...
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:34 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday to Mrs. THI!
oh, and speaking of...
just as at home I never think of the "Nude Descending a Staircase"
can ya post a pic, mate?
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Date: 2007-04-17 08:34 pm (UTC)can ya post a pic, mate?
Certainly! (http://www.cs.brown.edu/courses/cs024/images/canon/23.jpg)
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Date: 2007-04-17 09:32 pm (UTC)you know I wasn't asking for the Duchamp, darling!
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Date: 2007-04-18 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-18 04:03 pm (UTC)I'm not a pervert!
I asked for "nude" not "naked"!
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Date: 2007-04-13 08:24 pm (UTC)I love this...
And the Mrs is turning 29?! Again?? Her timeless beauty endures nonetheless!
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Date: 2007-04-17 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-13 08:45 pm (UTC)and what good does all the research of the impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
Awesome!
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Date: 2007-04-17 08:37 pm (UTC)