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greatpoetry2011-04-04 11:35 pm
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request and a Frank O'Hara poem
Hey, so I just remembered an old poem I read a long time ago, probably on here, and all I remember about it was that it was about kittens and pierced ears. And the poet, or the speaker in the poem I guess I should say, gave the holes that got pierced out of ears to kittens. Or the kittens just got their hands on them somehow. Anyway, if anyone knows what the fuck I'm talking about, I'd really appreciate it.
And a lovely O'Hara poem for your time.
"My Heart"
I'm not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don't prefer one "strain" to another.
I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says "That's
not like Frank!", all to the good! I
don't wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--
you can't plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.
And a lovely O'Hara poem for your time.
"My Heart"
I'm not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don't prefer one "strain" to another.
I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says "That's
not like Frank!", all to the good! I
don't wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--
you can't plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.
no subject
No Holes Without Bits!!!
by Pat Ingoldsby
Should you ever go into Bartholomew Pringle’s Emporium
to get your ears pierced
be sure to ask for the bits back when he is finished.
Say –
“Bartholomew Pringle – can I have the bits back please?”
He will tell you that there are none.
He will swear it to you.
He will say
- “Bits? What bits?
I don’t know what bits you are talking about?”
Do not take any of his nonsense.
Insist.
Say
- “Bartholomew Pringle. I am not a fool. Don’t lie to me.
You have just made little holes in my ears.
Of course there are bits. Little bits of me. They are mine.
Hand them over this minute
or you will force me to take the hedge clippers to you.”
Otherwise he will put them into a tin box with all the others
- the ones he is saving to build a huge big gigantic ear
capable of listening to kittens
whispering secrets to one another
in the wardrobe after dark
when they think that nobody can hear them.
Get your bits back. Save the kittens.
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