Lines For The Fortune Cookies
I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else.
Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will youeven bigger.
You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger, and you will not say hello.
You will take a long trip and you will be very happy, though alone.
You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.
In the beginning there was YOUthere will always be YOU, I guess.
You will write a great play and it will run for three performances.
Please phone The Village Voice immediately: they want to interview you.
Roger L. Stevens and Kermit Bloomgarden have their eyes on you.
Relax a little; one of your most celebrated nervous tics will be your undoing.
Your first volume of poetry will be published as soon as you finish it.
You may be a hit uptown, but downtown you're legendary!
Your walk has a musical quality which will bring you fame and fortune.
You will eat cake.
Who do you think you are, anyway? Jo Van Fleet?
You think your life is like Pirandello, but it's really like O'Neill.
A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows? Maybe something will happen.
That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.
I realize you've lived in France, but that doesn't mean you know EVERYTHING!
You should wear white more oftenit becomes you.
The next person to speak to you will have a very intriquing proposal to make.
A lot of people in this room wish they were you.
Have you been to Mike Goldberg's show? Al Leslie's? Lee Krasner's?
At times, your disinterestedness may seem insincere, to strangers.
Now that the election's over, what are you going to do with yourself?
You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.
You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?
Beyond the horizon there is a vale of gloom.
You too could be Premier of France, if only if only
Frank O'Hara
if that doesn't put a smile on your face, you have no soul.
yeah man, it's an awfully esoteric business. though i'm sure if you tell a poet "i can't relate to your writing", they will argue that you just don't understand it, and that's not their problem. and so on.
On the infrequent occasions that I write poetry I've always written for me. I don't care if it's accessible (or even intelligible) to other folk, and I'm more than quick to tell them so.
That doesn't stop me from touting it like the bloated prize boar at a three dollar country fair.