School Supplies Saturday

Wickerman, the remake, is out. Contemplating taking kids although the original was ridiculous. I love Nicholas Cage. I have found many people love the original, and hate the new one, so maybe since I laughed through the first one, the new one will actually scare me. Dreamed that I was the Secretary Treasurer of the United States last night and was berating myself for forgetting to put it on my resume. I also dreamt I was 145 years old (although I looked like me). Off to buy school supplies and get haircuts for the kids. And some incense and sage as an early bday present for me...two days until I am 46! Poem below is there just cause I like it; its O'Hara, it has my name in it, and it's almost my party and I'll post if I want to!

Chez Jane
by Frank O’Hara


The white chocolate jar full of petals
swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye
of four o’clocks now and to come. The tiger,
marvellously striped and irritable, leaps
on the table and without disturbing a hair
of the flowers’ breathless attention, pisses
into the pot, right down its delicate spout.
A whisper of steam goes up from that porcelain
urethra. “Saint-Saëns!” it seems to be whispering,
curling unerringly around the furry nuts
of the terrible puss, who is mentally flexing.
Ah be with me always, spirit of noisy
contemplation in the studio, the Garden
of Zoos, the eternally fixed afternoons!
There, while music scratches its scrofulous
stomach, the brute beast emerges and stands,
clear and careful, knowing always the exact peril
at this moment caressing his fangs with
a tongue given wholly to luxurious usages;
which only a moment before dropped aspirin
in this sunset of roses, and now throws a chair
in the air to aggravate the truly menacing.