The Catstrophe of My Personality

Dec 22, 2009






I slept pretty late last nite, and you can imagine the morning was not easy at 5:30 am.


In somnolence, is a strange company for the mind. Engaging, but eventually very draining.
Sometimes, you never can get enough of vivid thinking. Maybe that in itself is immaturity.
Knowing how to draw a line is very important as is knowing how to make a circle.



Sometimes I don't want to think and then sometimes, I am reminded of Frank O'Hara:


"Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.


The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.


It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again."

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