Hiya Hart Beat! Happy Friday! I won’t pretend that I am living a hard life up here in Maine but that doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate a good Friday like the rest of the world. To celebrate, let’s turn to Frank O’Hara and see what he has to say about drinking, writing, and life in general. I particularly love the last line of this poem. Get out there dancing tonight, okay Hart Beat?
As Planned by Frank O’Hara
After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called
La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and that
is all you know words not their feelings
or what they mean and you write because
you know them not because you understand them
because you don’t you are stupid and lazy
and will never be great but you do
what you know because what else is there?
P.S. Another poem by Frank O’Hara that I love.