Friday, 5 October 2012
Day 105: A Poet's Heart
Be who you are. Do what you want. And if you find that you close yourself off, look to the heart.
And if you can't look there, if you can't depend on that, look to poetry, the better part of the heart. It is always open. It will always tell the truth of you.
My Heart - Frank O'Hara
I'm not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don't prefer one "strain" to another.
I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says "That's
not like Frank!", all to the good! I
don't wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--
you can't plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.