Hi Ben, am so sorry, Sam has a JPL match this Saturday at 11am, and so won't be able to come to this training.
Regards,
Cindy
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From: Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
Sender: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" <[log in to unmask]>
Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2013 21:31:28
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Subject: Re: The Day Lou Reed Died
Thanks, Max. Wow, this poem really arrives, I see. Stopped breathing. I like 'quandariness' too.
Lou Reed's 'Lady Day' on The Berlin album is 'like a child staring at her feet'. Not in the same room as this. I see what Doug means about accretion of dailiness now.
Bill
> On 7 Nov 2013, at 7:58 pm, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> On 07/11/2013, at 7:17 PM, Bill Wootton wrote:
>>
>> Forgive my ignorance, Doug. Which O'Hara poem?
>>
>> Cheers,
>> Bill
> The Day Lady Died
> BY FRANK O'HARA
> 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
> Frank O’Hara, “The Day Lady Died” from Lunch Poems. Copyright © 1964 by Frank O’Hara. Reprinted with the permission of City Lights Books.
>
>>>>>> The Day Lou Reed Died
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Not a Perfect Day for liver-ravaged Lou
>>>>>> or perhaps it was, surrounded bedside
>>>>>> by friends and family, as reported.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Lou's 'Transformer' was on constantly
>>>>>> at a party I went to in Balwyn one night,
>>>>>> in 1973 it must have been. And I mean
>>>>>>
>>>>>> someone just put the stylus back on
>>>>>> as soon as 'Goodnight Ladies' finished.
>>>>>> Didn't sound repetitive; we just got more
>>>>>>
>>>>>> and more absorbed in that brittle world.
>>>>>> Finishing playing pool in a sunken rumpus
>>>>>> room later, no one could find the light switch
>>>>>>
>>>>>> so John Kenneth simply punched the globe,
>>>>>> shattering it and leaving little shards on cloth.
>>>>>> Back upstairs they were still listening to Lou.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 'Sa - da - lite of love ...'
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Leaving the party, scenes of disarray -
>>>>>> overflowing ashtrays and spilled drinks
>>>>>> and in the corner on a beanbag, Jim H
>>>>>>
>>>>>> coiled up, headphones on,
>>>>>> still wild siding with Lou.
>>>>>> Vale Transformer.
>>>
>>> Douglas Barbour
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>>>
>>> Art is always the replacing of indifference by attention.
>>>
>>> Guy Davenport
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