After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called
La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and that
is all you know words not their feelings
or what they mean and you write because
you know them not because you understand them
because you don't you are stupid and lazy
and will never be great but you do
what you know because what else is there?
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From guest mike scott (contact)
are people comparing madnesses? i suspect no real poet is unmad. frank's work is a great example of the turnarounds of language and how meaning can be subtracted and forced upon words you thought you knew. i adore this poem almost as much as his finest poem - 'Steps', seek it if you don't already know it. the very word tame would quiver. -
I'd like to nominate D.A. Levy for perhaps the most honest-to-god nutso poet out there. O'Hara is so tame, compared to his contemporaries.
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The oddest poet you've come across, half madd poet? I dunno. How about Bataille, Ashbery, Berryman, Bukowski, Mallarmé?
Still, yes, this is just great. -
oh my goodness! this poem is so great and it just makes perfect sense...
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A new favorite of mine.
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i can bend gummy sumbreros with my mind
frank o'hara is the oddest poet i have come across. it is a good thing. thank god he was not a painter. -
one of his best
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