well.. it's around that time of the year when people start going home for the holidays and thus unsubscribing from the list so i figured there probably wasn't a poetry parrot for this monday? or maybe there is one but i haven't received the latest digest yet (my holiday interruption means switching from regular list to digest -- otherwise my parents start asking, "what is this 'sinister' thing sending you mail? are you in a cult?") sooo, i was at the library today and i found this poem to share with all of you.. i think it's darn sweet, and since i don't post enough to warrant a poetry parrot nomination, i decided to just go ahead and send it.. by Frank O'Hara Having a Coke with You is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irun, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Traversera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them i look at you and i would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the -polish rider- occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the -Nude Descending a Staircase- or at a rehersal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully as the horse it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I'm telling you about it i hope you liked it.. merry christmas :) teri xx your eyes are long vermont roads/with a tacky song on the radio/and your eyes are toothless young men/in tenessee in the rain again/ the magnetic fields/ http://members.tripod.com/~meltingsnow/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+