Why I am Not A Painter

Frank O'Hara

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" be says. I drink; we drink. I look up. "You have SARDINES in it." "Yes, it needed something there." "Oh." I go and the days go by and I drop in again. The painting is going on, and I go, and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. "Where's SARDINES?" All that's left is just letters, "It was too much," Mike says. But me? One day I am thinking of a color: orange. I write a line about orange. Pretty soon it is a whole page of words, not lines. Then another page. There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life. Days go by. It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven't mentioned orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call it ORANCES. And one day in a gallery I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.

(Frank O' Hara explains it, I couldn't find any better words)

One Day... Love

One day

you will wake up

and  the person next to you

will be the love of your life.

This will be the day

when you know for sure:

Everything happens  for a reason!

True Love

No nothin'

can ever be

like that somethin'

you gave to me.

Forgetting?

Regretting?

Never!

Love,

forever...

Jean Seberg + Jean-Paul Belmondo

The Sorry Snail

The sorry snail
put on her black veil
to understand
what's going on
in this land
snails love snails
everything else...
fails!

Image from: http://somefield.com/

für ein bisschen Leben

Nach langen Irrungen und Wirrungen

waren die Windungen ihres Gehirns

nun doch zur Ruhe gekommen.

Ruhe?

Welch schreckliches Wort, Sinnbild für stumpfe Zufriedenheit,

Vorbote des Verfalls.

Und ist nicht Verfall der Partner des Todes

welcher nur von außen gesehen morbid-romantisch erscheint?

Ruhe,

ein Wort das entweder laut geschrien wird RUHEEEEEEEEE!

Oder in der Friedhofsruhe stattfindet

keine schönen Gedankenbilder.

Ihr Geist befand sich jetzt also im dauerhaften Ruhezustand.

Offiziell.......

Sollte jetzt dieser ruhende Geist

nicht mit voller Energie seine Gedanken schweifen lassen,

auf Wanderschaft schicken sozusagen,

wenn doch schon der Körper hier festsaß,

gefangen

in einem ruhigen Leben....

Was sollte sie tun?

Sie würde sich einfach noch einmal

aus ihrer lähmenden Ruhe erheben

für ein bisschen Leben.

Artwork: Edmund Dulac

Different Views on Life

All of my life I was waiting
for something great to happen....
But then I'm afraid; it never will.

All of my life I was waiting
for something great to happen...
When I realized
it already had!

All of my life I was waiting
for something great to happen...
But maybe, I just don't care.

All of my life I was waiting
for something great to happen...
And one day
at the end of all days
I will wake up and see
my life is over.
And I missed it, completely.
just waiting...

Digital Friendship

Digital Friendship

(in very short terms)

All of her friends

were just on Twitter

That made her bitter

Live fast die young

Live fast die young!

What can I say?
Too late for me now
anyway!

I had all the fun and the drugs in vain,
I wasn't meant to end the game
too soon... (lucky me!)

So what?
I might as well
get old as hell!

(excuse me please Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Brian Jones...)

A Very Short Song (by Dorothy Parker)

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse. 

Dorothy Parker

Night in New Jersey (first published in La Tigresse Blonde)

Night in New Jersey

Does the sun go down in New Jersey

Just like everywhere else?

Or does it

When it goes down in Hoboken

And the fading day melts with the dark night sky

Does it whisper...

Frank Sinatra?

Ma Jalousie

Ma Jalousie est comme un serpent

Qui s'approche lentement

Qui ne fait pas de bruit

Et qui me detruit