Frank O'Hara and Me
I have outlived Frank O'Hara by eleven years,
Lorca by thirteen.
Spicer, too, dead at forty.
Fiercely devoted to them, I am unlike them,
less talent, drinking less, not gay,
with a daughter who plays Mahler.
Their work flows through me
like Mahler through Julia's trumpet,
"the inexorable product of my own time"?
A time that is also mine.
Email me at jmayhew at ku dot edu
"The very existence of poetry should make us laugh. What is it all about? What is it for?"
--Kenneth Koch
“El subtítulo ‘Modelo para armar’ podría llevar a creer que las
diferentes partes del relato, separadas por blancos, se proponen como piezas permutables.”
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30 nov 2011
Frank O'Hara and Me
Here is a poem I composed in my head as I was trying to get out of bed this morning. Once I showered and shaved and dressed, I wrote it down in this blog post. It is unlike any poem I have ever written.
My poetry appreciation skills are nothing special, but I really like this poem. I read it aloud and I think I found prosody in it. This is a big achievement for me. :-)
ResponderEliminarThanks. What does that mean, "I found prosody in it"? Prosody is not exactly a substance that can be found somewhere.
ResponderEliminarI mean I finally got what it is. I know the definition but I find it hard to really get what it means. So now I'm trying to connect to poems not on the level of looking for a plot in them (as I used to do) but concentrating on prosody.
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