Dover Bitch

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Out to lunch

DB spent too much time at a fantastic lunch today and won't have time to write anything tonight. So here, as always in my absence, is a poem -- a fine piece of work from a man who was at his best while eating lunch:

As Planned
by Frank O'Hara

After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called
La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and that
is all you know words not their feelings
or what they mean and you write because
you know them not because you understand them
because you don't you are stupid and lazy
and will never be great but you do
what you know because what else is there?