once in a BLUE MOON I post a poem I wish i'd written. This one's by the wonderful Frank O'Hara I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. "Sit down and have a drink," he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. You have SARDINES in it." "Yes, it needed something there." "Oh," I go and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. "Where's SARDINES?" All that's left is just letters. "It was too much," Mike says.
Why I Am Not a Painter
Why I Am Not a Painter
Why I Am Not a Painter
once in a BLUE MOON I post a poem I wish i'd written. This one's by the wonderful Frank O'Hara I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. "Sit down and have a drink," he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. You have SARDINES in it." "Yes, it needed something there." "Oh," I go and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. "Where's SARDINES?" All that's left is just letters. "It was too much," Mike says.