Bang your tambourine! kiss my ass, don’t mind if they say it’s vicious – they don’t know what music should do to you. Now, while the drums are whacking away and your blond eyes stammer like two kinds of topaz knocking together, we’ll wear out all the instruments they usually beg with – the hand-organ [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Frank O’Hara’
Renaissance
Posted in Their Poetry, tagged Frank O'Hara on November 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The New York School
Posted in Their Poetry, tagged Frank O'Hara, John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, New York School on April 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Poem Let’s take a walk, you and I in spite of the weather if it rains hard on our toes we’ll stroll like poodles and be washed down a gigantic scenic gutter [...]
Anxiety
Posted in Their Poetry, tagged Frank O'Hara, poetry on December 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m having a real day of it. There was something I had to do. But what? There are no alternatives, just the one something. [...]
Why I am not a painter
Posted in Their Poetry, tagged Frank O'Hara, Mike Goldberg, poetry on November 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. “Sit down and have a drink” he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. “You have SARDINES in it.” “Yes, [...]
