Marie Howe

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POEM by Frank O'Hara

Light         clarity       avocado salad in the morning
after all the terrible things I do how amazing it is
to find forgiveness and love, not even forgiveness
since what is done is done and forgiveness isn't love
and love is love nothing can ever go wrong
though things can get irritating boring and dispensable
(in the imagination) but not really for love
though a block away you feel distant the mere presence
changes everything like a chemical dropped on a paper
and all thoughts disappear in a strange quiet excitement
I am sure of nothing but this, intensified by breathing

Hello!!
It is WAY TOO HOT OUT- so I've been raging the internet..stumbled upon this:
two unpublished letters between f.scott and zelda. The best literary marriage of love and hate. And it makes me seriously wish I could be at a beach club in the 20's right now!
http://thisrecording.com/today/2011/7/12/in-which-mentally-i-was-no-more-than-a-slave.html

oh, and here is the film I spoke about yesterday:

http://www.herbanddorothy.com/2010/
xx

The relationship between writing and drinking touched on in this article ... what do you guys think? Can you write drunk? What would the risks of going sober be to your work?

"Some Ether" by Nick Flynn

I don’t know if you can read this now, you

without a body, without a hand on the wheel…



For years physicists were searching outerspace

for some ether electromagnetic waves

could travel through.
It was Einstein who said,
you can’t find it because it isn’t there…
Your hair would be gray now.

You led me upstairs to my great-grandmother’s bed


her hair floating white above her skull

as if it had already left her.

I never knew her not to be blind.

She reached out to read my face

your hands firm on my back.

you can’t find it because it isn’t there
You without a body a compass without oars

your hands are useless in this world, 

resting on my shoulders

"Square Poem" by Bob Cobbing