Why do you play such dreary music
on Saturday afternoon, when tired
mortally tired I long for a little
reminder of immortal energy?
week long while I trudge fatiguingly
from desk to desk in the museum
you spill your miracles of Greig
and Honegger on shut-ins.
Am I not
shut in too, and after a week
of work don’t I deserve Prokofieff?
Well, I have my beautiful de Kooning
to aspire to. I think it has an orange
bed in it, more than the ear can hold.
(I was not prepared for the de Kooning show at MOMA. Totally mind-altering. I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to own one of the paintings and have it in my house. I think it would kill me. No use posting an image, they don’t do the paintings justice.)