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FRANK O’HARA
Lana Turner has collapsed!
I was trotting along and suddenly
it started raining and snowing
and you said it was hailing
but hailing hits you on the head
hard so it was really snowing and
raining and I was in such a hurry
to meet you but the traffic
was acting exactly like the sky
and suddenly I see a headline
LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!
there is no snow in Hollywood
there is no rain in California
I have been to lots of parties
and acted perfectly disgraceful
but I never actually collapsed
oh Lana Turner we love you get up
Just to be difficult I was going to start with a full canto's worth of Ezra Pound, the Fascist neo-Confucian-or-should-we-say-neo-Confused pretentious such-and-such for whom I have an inexplicable weakness (I went to visit his grave! It is a massive flowerbed with a tiny little plaque buried in the greenery, on the cemetary island off Venice), but changed my mind. XD; Tomorrow perhaps.
The above O'Hara piece is one of my favorite poems of all time, largely because I would be reminded of it literally every single morning for years, while hurrying past the metro station newstand on my way to work. Like certain haiku it seems to say nothing, but.
FRANK O’HARA
Lana Turner has collapsed!
I was trotting along and suddenly
it started raining and snowing
and you said it was hailing
but hailing hits you on the head
hard so it was really snowing and
raining and I was in such a hurry
to meet you but the traffic
was acting exactly like the sky
and suddenly I see a headline
LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!
there is no snow in Hollywood
there is no rain in California
I have been to lots of parties
and acted perfectly disgraceful
but I never actually collapsed
oh Lana Turner we love you get up
Just to be difficult I was going to start with a full canto's worth of Ezra Pound, the Fascist neo-Confucian-or-should-we-say-neo-Confused pretentious such-and-such for whom I have an inexplicable weakness (I went to visit his grave! It is a massive flowerbed with a tiny little plaque buried in the greenery, on the cemetary island off Venice), but changed my mind. XD; Tomorrow perhaps.
The above O'Hara piece is one of my favorite poems of all time, largely because I would be reminded of it literally every single morning for years, while hurrying past the metro station newstand on my way to work. Like certain haiku it seems to say nothing, but.
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Date: 2008-04-08 11:41 pm (UTC)My plan to write a poem a day for this month has failed spectacularly; I'm currently 3 for 8, and one of those doesn't really count. I should get out my Big Book of Manly Man Poetry (not what it's really called) and read more Frank O'Hara; somehow, he's been deemed acceptable by the manly man set.
Never, ever make the ss*bb theme 'poetry'. You will never speak to me again.
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Date: 2008-04-09 12:12 am (UTC)XD Oh, I wouldn't bet on that...
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Date: 2008-04-09 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-09 07:01 pm (UTC)Thanks for the poem!
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Date: 2008-04-10 12:10 am (UTC)I love that poem. I've loved that poem for years too. <3333333
*throws love around*