Now I am quietly waiting forthe catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.
It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.
-Frank O'Hara
Perhaps too radical of a juxtaposition between things i do and don't like. Sorry Frank. Better just to keep quiet. Do as the walrus says:
1 comment:
the contrast is enough to make my artistic-political watermelon implode.
figuratively speaking.
ps i hate sarah palin.
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