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Today's subject line comes from An Extraordinary Adventure Which Befell Vladimir Mayakovksy In A Summer Cottage, which I recently learned was the source poem for Frank O'Hara's A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island. Here's a choice morsel from the Mayakovsky:
I baked bread tonight, which surprised me by rising higher than I'd expected...
... and provided both satisfaction and entertainment. It smelled good, made the BYM smile, and then there was this:
The BYM: *comes out of the shower, bows to the kitchen counter*
Me: *raises eyebrows to ask, You are genuflecting to the tortillas?*
The BYM: It looks like an altar.
OK. There is something of the sun about it. ;)
Give me tea, poet,
spread out, spread out the jam!
I baked bread tonight, which surprised me by rising higher than I'd expected...
... and provided both satisfaction and entertainment. It smelled good, made the BYM smile, and then there was this:
The BYM: *comes out of the shower, bows to the kitchen counter*
Me: *raises eyebrows to ask, You are genuflecting to the tortillas?*
The BYM: It looks like an altar.
OK. There is something of the sun about it. ;)
