Having a coca with You
is even plus fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
ou being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange chemise toi look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my l’amour for you, partly because of your l’amour for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with toi that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a arbre breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait montrer seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
toi suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at toi and I would rather look at toi than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens toi haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that toi déplacer so beautifully plus ou less takes care of Futurism
just as at accueil I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo ou Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the arbre when the sun sank
ou for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling toi about it.
is even plus fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
ou being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange chemise toi look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my l’amour for you, partly because of your l’amour for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with toi that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a arbre breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait montrer seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
toi suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at toi and I would rather look at toi than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens toi haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that toi déplacer so beautifully plus ou less takes care of Futurism
just as at accueil I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo ou Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the arbre when the sun sank
ou for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling toi about it.