I got my letter from the nice National Poetry Series people today and my manuscript has not been selected as a winner this year. Which would have been exciting, but hey, Frank O"Hara never was a National Poetry Series poet either. I like this picture of him!
I was a finalist and they told me in May that I was a finalist so I've been waiting. So I heard today but I will press onward!
I ran 15 miles yesterday. I was supposed to run 17, but only did 15. (note to self: how embarassing - I already mentioned this in the post from yesterday. People who are training for marathons are BORING!)
I wonder if Frank O'Hara ever ran 15 miles.
I appreciated this interview with Chase Twichell in the current Poets and Writers. I read it in print but here it is online and it made me think that Caffeine Destiny could end eventually and that would be okay. At what point is enough enough?
Here's a little Frank for your Monday evening:
My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. If only i had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It's not that I'm curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it's my duty to be attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the earth. And lately, so great has their anxiety become, I can spare myself little sleep.