Saturday, April 6, 2019

Saturday commute clxvi: Street sign in O'Hara

It's the month of May in my heart as the song
says and everything's perfect: a little too chilly
for April and the chestnut trees are refusing to bloom
as they should refuse if they don't want to, sky
clear and blue with a lot of side-paddle steamers
pushing through to Stockholm where the canals're true-blue

in my spacious quarters on the rue de l'Université
I give a cocktail in the bathroom, everyone gets wet
it's very beachy; and I clear my head staring at the sign
LOI DU 29 JUILLET 1881 **

                         so capitalizing on a few memories 
from childhood by forgetting them, I'm happy as a finger
of Vermouth being poured over a slice of veal, it's
the new reality in the city of Balzac! praying to be let
into the cinema and become an influence, carried through
streets on the shoulders of Messrs Chabrol and Truffaut
towards Nice
             or do you think that the Golden Lion
would taste pleasanter (not with vermouth, lion!) ?
no, but San Francisco, maybe, and abalone

                                           there is
nothing in the world I wouldn't do foryouforyou (zip!)
and I go off to meet Mario and Marc at the Flore

**  Introduced by the anti-monarchist, 
anti-imperialist representative of
Montpellier in the Chamber of Deputies,
Eugène Lisbonne, a diligent opponent of
"the government of moral order," this Law 
established the sweepingly broad freedom 
of the press in France, embodying special
protection against loyalty oaths and oth-
er indignities against chestnut trees.

Frank O'Hara
Beer for Breakfast
  Paris, April, 1960
  Floating Bear, 1961
Donald Allen
op. cit.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Suppose it were Friday clxxi: Promising news of farce

The week has brought word of a worthy
parody of the American President, oth-
er than by himself, on which I've been
made eager to lay my hands. I feel the
temptation to scoop this new trouvaille
for myself, strangely enough, before re-
porting further; but my hopes are unut-
terably elevated by its not being avail-
able through Amazon. Imagine, a package
from somewhere other than precedent.

At the same time, we are well enough a-
long now in Lent to deny ourself diurnal
gasps at the latest fashions in politic-
al apologias. I think it was the guy who
lately pretended there was a time when
mauling the voiceless gender was a good
time to be had by all, who left us with
this impression of being freed from such
distractions. It isn't that etiquette
has changed, and it's always been one's
responsibility not to need to be told.
The pose he presents is a tease without
a tactic, the oblivious lamb as leader.
For a society humiliated already by its
credulity, whose joke is this, anyway?

Ryan Koning
  on the runways

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Of guts forsworn or found

It's notable, I think, how the American 
President's perversion has triumphed im-
portantly in the culture of competition
for his Office. I don't refer to that
rich lode of illegality and legal bribe-
ry for which we trace our roots to col-
onial times. I refer to the shape-shift-
ing custom of changing the race, itself,
in serial changes of identity along the
way. As we study notional entrants from
the other Party, in the lists for the
pending tournament, we watch ostensible
leaders fretting openly and nervously
over whether to opt for the trident or
the mace, the short sword or the lance
in defining themselves. This visible
fear for one's own hide is genuinely
new, it seems to me, as a testament to
the power of misrepresentation of who-
ever they might actually be, when not
being themselves. Is there no gift for
inspiring others, in this most urgent
obligation of resistance to distortion?

against an opponent of no core at all?
This, the mayor of South Bend has pos-
ited with the most unsettling impunity.
You'd think a winner could do as well.

Monday, April 1, 2019

Défense de fumer

     gangland contacts
     blatant infidelity
     drug dependency
     unsavory father
     corrupt elections
     nepotism in offices
     extravagant promises

     an eternal flame

     anyone thinking of
     any resemblance to
     excuse who we gave
     ourselves instead?

Sunday, March 31, 2019

Sunday nibbled sleeve vii: On the preference for impoverishment

I have a friend who lives in a
garden estate within sailing
sound of the Tomales Bay and in
scent of the Pacific Ocean,
whom I tease because he is very
fair and yet writes poetry. This
is akin, it seems to me, to skate-
boarding uphill, which many would
see as some miraculous trick by a
figure of scintillating endowment, 
but from which I'd flinch, as em-
bracing an avoidable difficulty.

One likes to see invention in the
same light as love, a pursuit one
can decline in favor of the bus.