I had a wonderful lunch at Julia's with my friend Kathleen yesterday. We talked for over three hours about everything: writing, politics, kids, our husbands, publishing, housekeeping — and just laughed and laughed. I had been to the Twice Told Tales used book store on the way there, and had picked up a copy of the memoir Digressions on Some Poems by Frank O'Hara, written by his lover, Joe LeSueur, and we talked a bit about how interesting it is to read about the lives of poets, and how it puts the poems into new and interesting contexts, and how the life is sometimes just as important as the writing.
Then, on the way home, I think Frank O. channeled me a poem! It's long, very different than what I usually write, a little breathless and manic, and came in one fell swoop. The title at present is "Sharing a Spanish Lover with You" (a sort of nod to his poem "Having a Coke with You.") I have no idea of this poem is any good, but it has me feeling both exhilerated and exhausted.