To the Harbormaster.
I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on its way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me againt the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.
-Frank O Hara
this is how i will remember this summer (part one)
http://www.arenarockrecordingco.com/ecclesia/recordings.htm tomorrow i am taking the train to NYC for a day and then im outta here. if you or anyone fun you know will be in europe over the course of the next 4 or 5 months and wants to show me around or put me up, dont be shy.
sweep me up