Selfie #279 (a Very Merry Unbirthday #156)

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And here is Jasper Johns’s 1963 piece, “Skin with O’Hara Poem,” which includes the text of O’Hara’s poem “[The clouds go soft]” alongside imprints of the artist’s own hands and face.

[ Jasper Johns, 89. June Carter Cash, sinon, Brian Eno, Johnny Green, Denise, Denis, clic-clac, la Saint-Rupert, et la croix déjà prête de Malevitch.]

Blues

Une chanson passé minuit, Stars fell on Alabama, et puis bien sûr tout le disque, Songs for Distingué Lovers, et le souvenir de Dennis Stock, mort en janvier de cette année, ses photos de Billie Holiday, en voilà une, celles - illustrissimes - de James Dean, et le souvenir, encore plus lointain, de Frank O'Hara, dont je ne sais rien sinon justement ce poème, The Day Lady Died, et quelques photos - avec des peintres, avec Allen Ginsberg. (Wikipedia, clic-clic, www.frankohara.org, clic-clic.)

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don’t know the people who will feed me

I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets
in Ghana are doing these days

I go on to the bank
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)
doesn’t even look up my balance for once in her life
and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or
Brendan Behan’s new play or Le Balcon or Les Nègres
of Genet, but I don’t, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness

and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton
of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it

and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing