Friday, December 04, 2009

How not to love Frank O'Hara

yet you will always live in a jealous society of accident
you will never know how beautiful you are or how beautiful
the other is, you will continue to refuse to die for yourself
you will continue to sing on trying to cheer everyone up
and they will know as they listen with excessive pleasure that you're dead
and they will not mind that they have let you entertain
at the expense of the only thing you want in the world/you are amusing
as a game is amusing when someone is forced to lose in a game I must

I was reminded today of this poem, so much of it that I love but these lines, I should have them tattooed on the back of my eyelids.

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