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Second title less poem (title shop)

i am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
painter, but I am not. Well,

For instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting painting, I drop in.
"sit down and have a drink."he
says. I drink, we drink.I look
up. "You have sardines in it."
"yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in.Where's 'Sardines?"

All that's left is just
letters. "It was too much."Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange.I write a line
about orange.Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by.It is even in
prose. I am a real poet. My poem
is finished an I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called Sardines.

By Frank O'Hara

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
OK. This time I will post my suggested title Last instead of first so get to scratching your heads lol
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It's not so much what it says as what it infers . "smell of orange paint" that's also interesting

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I like the title; "The Orange Sardines". Thinking of sardines and how they disappeared, I was struck by the way your poem was about oranges, but they never appeared until you were finished and used them for the title. The sardines were prominent until the painting was finished and then they disappeared. The two thoughts combined to make "Orange Sardines"! ~ Geez.
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Not too sure I'd like orange sardines.,,,,,,,,,,.........

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They might be alright along side green eggs and ham.................

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"Sardines In The Galary"
Just trying to add some fun to the whole thing.I wanted to give the reader some food for thought and some fun too.

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Hopefully somebody took the sardines out of the gallery before they turned bad lol

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Firstly, and lastly, A wonderful, wonderful poem!

"Sardinian skies"

Obi.

That is good twist.

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I would call it: The Process. Both forms of art started in one place, and evolved into something else.
Thanks!
L

It Does have a lot to do about process

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for a complex poem

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Time, Sardines and Oranges. I'll give ya'll the poet's title this evening in case somebody else want to weigh in

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"WHY I AM NOT A PAINTER"

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