sâmbătă, 21 martie 2009

poemul de sâmbătă

pick your cookie. pick your fortune.

Lines For The Fortune Cookies

by Frank O'Hara

I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else.

Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you--even bigger.

You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger, and you will not say hello.

You will take a long trip and you will be very happy, though alone.

You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.*

In the beginning there was YOU--there will always be YOU, I guess.

You will write a great play and it will run for three performances.

Please phone The Village Voice immediately: they want to interview you.

Roger L. Stevens and Kermit Bloomgarden have their eyes on you.

Relax a little; one of your most celebrated nervous tics will be your undoing.

Your first volume of poetry will be published as soon as you finish it.

You may be a hit uptown, but downtown you're legendary!

Your walk has a musical quality which will bring you fame and fortune.*

You will eat cake.

Who do you think you are, anyway? Jo Van Fleet?

You think your life is like Pirandello, but it's really like O'Neill.

A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows? Maybe something will happen.

That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.

I realize you've lived in France, but that doesn't mean you know EVERYTHING!*

You should wear white more often--it becomes you.

The next person to speak to you will have a very intriquing proposal to make.

A lot of people in this room wish they were you.

Have you been to Mike Goldberg's show? Al Leslie's? Lee Krasner's?

At times, your disinterestedness may seem insincere, to strangers.*

Now that the election's over, what are you going to do with yourself?

You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.*

You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?

Beyond the horizon there is a vale of gloom.

You too could be Premier of France, if only ... if only...

(răvaşele cu asterisc violet sunt ale mele. mai ales cel cu mersul muzical şi cel cu fabrica de croasante.)

(aici e incredibila poveste a fortune cookies-urilor chinezeşti vândute în america şi a originilor lor japoneze. iar poza e de-aici.)

10 comentarii:

als spunea...

o(h), o'hara e poetul preferat al dlui dantzig!

ce frumos...
vrem poem frumos simbata de simbata ;)

luiza spunea...

na, că l-am nimerit pe dl. dantzig..
deci zici să facem sâmbăta zi de poem. biiiine, să vedem ce se poate face în acest sens :)

Pobby spunea...

personism pe net? mai curand im-personism- zeci de manifeste

luiza spunea...

hai să facem o treabă, pobby. în fiecare sâmbătă, şi tu, şi eu, punem câte un poem pe blog. şi vedem dacă se potrivesc sau nu şi cum schimbă câteva vorbe unul cu altul:)

Alexandru spunea...

@Luiza: Ale tale îmi plac mai mult decît ale d-lui O'Hara : )

”You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.” : )))

M-aş lua singur prizonier într-o croissant factory, dacă ar fi şi aux amandes.

luiza spunea...

alexandru, crecă m-am exprimat greşit. răvaşele cu asterisc sunt tot ale domnului o'hara, dar sunt cele pe care le-am ales pentru mine şi numai pentru mine:) iar croasantele îmi plac oricât de simple ar fi, numai să fie de la brutărie.

Alexandru spunea...

@Luiza: Degeaba, eu sînt în continuare convins că tu le-ai scris : )

als spunea...

louise-la-bise, se pare k unii vor sa fii o'hahara :)

luiza spunea...

eu, această scarlett o'hara a globurilor de pretutindeni :)

Pobby spunea...

@luiza: It's a deal!