tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187501116550077868.post9115077575398419813..comments2023-04-12T04:57:05.324-04:00Comments on papier-mache world: i'm going to bore you now.Papier Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960620022982227174noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187501116550077868.post-59091042169379840662009-01-16T09:46:00.000-05:002009-01-16T09:46:00.000-05:00This is your blog, it can be as self-centered as y...This is your blog, it can be as self-centered as you want it to be. My blog is built around that concept. And NYC doesn't have the market cornered on lonely, batty people my friend. I know lots of GREAT writers who fit that exact description. present company excludedrashadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01384684218145041166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187501116550077868.post-31015345917684745762009-01-16T07:21:00.000-05:002009-01-16T07:21:00.000-05:00i realize there were some mistakes in the poem abo...i realize there were some mistakes in the poem above...i pasted it from this girl's blog...and she got some of the words wrong...i should have read it before...and because it's bugging me...like the word 'repent' doesn't belong there...<BR/><BR/>do you not think it's beautiful? but, yes, i know it's sad...frank o'hara wrote it for his friend, franz kline whose wife was mentally ill...she was a british ballet dancer<BR/><BR/>"I will always love you<BR/>though I have never loved you<BR/><BR/>a boy smelling faintly of leather<BR/>looking up at your window<BR/><BR/>the passion that enlightens<BR/>and stills and cultivates, gone<BR/><BR/>while I sought your face<BR/>to be familiar in the blueness<BR/><BR/>or to follow your sharp whistle<BR/>around a corner into my light<BR/><BR/>That was love growing fainter<BR/>each time you failed to appear<BR/><BR/>I spent my whole life searching<BR/>love, which I thought was you<BR/><BR/>it was mine so very briefly<BR/>and I never knew it, or you went<BR/><BR/>I thought it was outside disappearing<BR/>but it is disappearing in my heart<BR/><BR/>like snow blown in a window<BR/>to be gone from the world<BR/><BR/>I will always love you."Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11704700533599940905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187501116550077868.post-21543584002758300802009-01-15T16:51:00.000-05:002009-01-15T16:51:00.000-05:00hannah--that was sad.hannah--that was sad.Papier Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07960620022982227174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187501116550077868.post-35005691632001375082009-01-15T16:41:00.000-05:002009-01-15T16:41:00.000-05:00i don't think this is in direct reply to your post...i don't think this is in direct reply to your post, but this is one of my favorite poems by frank o'hara<BR/><BR/><BR/>I will always love you<BR/>though I have never loved you<BR/><BR/>a boy smelling faintly of leather<BR/>looking up at your window<BR/><BR/>the passion that enlightens<BR/>and stills and cultivates, gone<BR/><BR/>while I thought your face<BR/>to be familiar in the blueness<BR/><BR/>or to follow your sharp whistle<BR/>around a corner into my light<BR/><BR/>That was love growing fainter<BR/>each time you failed to appear<BR/><BR/>I repent my whole life searching<BR/>love, which I thought was you<BR/><BR/>it was mine so very briefly<BR/>and I never knew it, or you went<BR/><BR/>I thought it was outside disappearing<BR/>but it is disappearing in my heart<BR/><BR/>like snow blown in a window<BR/>to be gone from the world<BR/><BR/>I will always love you.Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11704700533599940905noreply@blogger.com