Frank O Hara reading
yesterday - singing, stan. to stras, then acting.. saskia and i did our final scene!! yay... the odd couple is over with ! it went well i think. as good as we could use the method for neil simon. haha (insert intellectual, uncaring laugh) then brad and i walked around the christmas market in union square rehearsing our lines.. our scene is a love scene about love, suicide, death, etc. etc.... several confused looks, one woman seeling christmas ornaments asking us if we needed some christmas spirit because of our oh, too serious conversation.
today had class all day until 12:30. worked until 6. michael asked me to go to italy with him... back to the christmas market for some more gifts. home. dinner. went to the frank o hara poetry reading at st. marks in the bowery - the poetry project.
absolutely phenomenal. i think i may have enjoyed just a bit more than the ginsberg event. everything was so alive and the readers were very real.. the small actor man.. ned rorem (the composer)
I introuduced myself to ned rorem after (he translated auden's poems to songs and was great friends with auden, chester, and harold) and we talked for a bit over wine in plastic cups - Chester's bitchieness, Harold's loss of coherency in old age.. etc. etc. He told me to wish Harold all of his best when I speak to him again. bizarre coming from a pulitzer prize winner. strange night, but lovely.
am considering staying here for part of the summer and taking the radio city music hall internship that was offered to me... problem - Where to live.
i will see.
gnight.
oh... if any one even reads this...
READ FRANK O'HARA IF YOU REMOTELY LIKE POETRY. you won't regret it.
"Sun, don't go!" I was awake at last.
"No, go I must, they're calling me."
"Who are they?"
Rising he said "Some
day you'll know. They're calling to you
too." Darkly he rose, and then I slept.
today had class all day until 12:30. worked until 6. michael asked me to go to italy with him... back to the christmas market for some more gifts. home. dinner. went to the frank o hara poetry reading at st. marks in the bowery - the poetry project.
absolutely phenomenal. i think i may have enjoyed just a bit more than the ginsberg event. everything was so alive and the readers were very real.. the small actor man.. ned rorem (the composer)
I introuduced myself to ned rorem after (he translated auden's poems to songs and was great friends with auden, chester, and harold) and we talked for a bit over wine in plastic cups - Chester's bitchieness, Harold's loss of coherency in old age.. etc. etc. He told me to wish Harold all of his best when I speak to him again. bizarre coming from a pulitzer prize winner. strange night, but lovely.
am considering staying here for part of the summer and taking the radio city music hall internship that was offered to me... problem - Where to live.
i will see.
gnight.
oh... if any one even reads this...
READ FRANK O'HARA IF YOU REMOTELY LIKE POETRY. you won't regret it.
"Sun, don't go!" I was awake at last.
"No, go I must, they're calling me."
"Who are they?"
Rising he said "Some
day you'll know. They're calling to you
too." Darkly he rose, and then I slept.