Fondly I remember feeling swept away
i found this while creeping on my friend emily’s facebook… i luH you citygiRl ;)
Don’t listen: they may take everything,
But they can’t have your ignorance,
They’ll leave your mysteries, won’t uncover
Your third homeland.
No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes— I/can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a/record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere. the clouds get enough attention as it is/and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they’re missing? Uh huh.
—-Frank O’Hara, ”Meditations in an Emergency”
(Source: collections.carli.illinois.edu, via chicagopast)
Given an airplane, chance
Encounters always ask, So what
Are your poems about? They’re about
Their business, and their father’s business, and their
Monkey’s uncle, they’re about
How nothing is about, they’re not
About about. This answer drive them
Back to the snack-tray every time.
Heather McHugh in “20/200 on 747”