Quantcast

A Poem for You

UPTICK

We were sitting there, and
I made a joke about how
it doesn’t dovetail: time,
one minute running out
faster than the one in front
it catches up to.
That way, I said,
there can be no waste.
Waste is virtually eliminated.

To come back for a few hours to
the present subject, a painting,
looking like it was seen,
half turning around, slightly apprehensive,
but it has to pay attention
to what’s up ahead: a vision.
Therefore poetry dissolves in
brilliant moisture and reads us
to us.
A faint notion. Too many words,
but precious.

- John Ashbery

This Recording

is dedicated to the enjoyment of audio and visual stimuli. Please visit our archives where we have uncovered the true importance of nearly everything. Should you want to reach us, e-mail alex dot carnevale at gmail dot com, but don't tell the spam robots. Consider contacting us if you wish to use This Recording in your classroom or club setting. We have given several talks at local Rotarys that we feel went really well.

The New York Series

Martin Scorsese Week

Masthead

Alex Carnevale        
Editor-in-Chief            
                                
Molly Lambert          
Managing Editor          
                                  
Will Hubbard            
Executive Editor

Contributors
Yvonne Georgina Puig
Meredith Hight
Durga Chew-Bose
Molly Young
Tyler Coates
Almie Rose
Karina Wolf
Danish Aziz
Eleanor Morrow
Owen Roberts

Comments? Requests?
This form does not yet contain any fields.
    Search TR


    Classic Recordings
    Robert Altman Week

    Woody Allen Week


    Molly Lambert's Science Corner


    What would Steve Martin eat?


    G.I. Joe & Zorn's Lemma


    Will explains John Ashbery


    Conspiracy of Amber's Bra


    Magic Meets The Middle East


    This Is How The World Ends


    New Tao Lin!


    Boy Met World


    Why Is Kristen Stewart So Sad?


    The Perils of Dating in L.A.


    Young Anjelica Huston Oozes For You


    Belle & Sebastian's 10 Favorite Albums


    Lindsay Loves Samantha


    Drag Us To Hell


    Molly Lambert On Jack Nicholson


    Recovering From The Hangover


    Down with The Elderly

    Morrissey's Wit and Wisdom

    Advice for the Bride and Groom

    YouTube Tour of Disneyland

    10 Best Political Speeches

    The Best Albums of 2008

    Spores Own You Now

    Your Body's Not a Myspace

    Tyler on Romance

    You're Wonderful Cher

    We Were Them, Once 

    Mamet's Genius

    A New Kind of Porn Star

    NYC on the Cheap

    If It Makes Molly Laugh

    Women & Porn

    The Day The Earth Stood Still Sucked

    Skylines Are Suffering

    What To Do About This One

    Music As You Never Heard It Before


    Wolverine Again


    Summer Romance

     Greatest Jokes Ever


    Molly & I Love You, Man


    Paltrow in Two Lovers

    Dick Cheney Is Lost

    Devendra Talks Natalie

    TR Underlings Fight For Status

    Molly Punks Amy Winehouse

    Julie Klausner and Her Sisters


    Molly's Star Trek


    Glory of Artists' Self-Portraits


    Kill Lists Are Common Courtesy

    Shia: Every Mother's Son


    Legend of Georgia's Parents

    Undercover At A Country Club

    Lauren Among the Wackness


    Babes and Fast Cars


    She's Every Woman


    The Best 50 Singles of 2009 So Far


    Wes Anderson & Pauline Kael


    Ruben's Elevator


    Tyler and Cats


    Go boycrazy maybe


    Almie and the shroud of coupledom


    Murder at the MOMA

    The Sci-Fi Future

    The Print Edition

    capgun3covercoloronly1

    We also make a poetry journal called Cap Gun. Limited supplies are left of Issue 3. Read more here

     

    « In Which It Happened That Night | Main | In Which Door to Door We See If They Can Win This One »
    Wednesday
    29Oct2008

    In Which They Must Eat Sardines

    What Are We Looking For If Not to Please?

    by Molly Young

    The men at the next table are talking politics. "Nixon got elected because his head was so big," one of them says. Starbucks has emptied out and each occupied table makes a conspicuous contribution to the ambient noise.

    This is how I hear the couple next to me speaking Portuguese. A man and a woman, each partner picking up exactly where the other left off so there is no pause in conversation.

    The two are short and dark, with the butter-dense volume of moneyed Europeans. Like Picasso. Thick and virile, even the women. They must eat a lot of sardines.

    picasso.jpg

    picasso & his wife

    Anyhow. The woman is lovely.

    She acts as though she’s young and beautiful, even though she’s not. It’s a kind of confidence that makes Americans resentful of Europeans. For them, I guess, looks are incidental to attractiveness. I’m generalizing here.

    ava-jane.jpg

    birkin, gardner

    This is what I am thinking as I watch the Portuguese couple. They have drinks but barely touch them, and this strikes me as another important distinction between Them and Us. When Americans buy drinks, we drink them fast. My cup has been empty since I got here. I drank it quickly in order to finish it before I realized that I wanted something else.

    dora_maar_au_chat.jpg

    dora maar au chat

    This, incidentally, is one of the reasons Americans love buffets. Because we think that satisfying an appetite is about having a lot of choices. Ditto malls. These things prey on the anxiety that if you don’t get to see everything you’ll miss out.

    But then, of course, that anxiety doesn’t go away even after you’ve seen everything. Instead you wind up feeling anxious AND glutted – a horrible combo.

    laetitia-carol-alt.jpg

    alt, casta

    The Portuguese couple finish their drinks and get up to leave, still talking. The man takes his wife’s cup and throws it away for her. They amble out the door and I return to my Starbucks brochure that I found near the Splenda, and which I am reading because I forgot my book. It tells me that Starbucks offers up to 87,000 different drink combinations, and at the same time I read this someone orders a raspberry hot chocolate with gusto.

    Molly Young is the contributing editor to This Recording. Her website is Magic Molly, and you can read her past work on TR here, here, here, here, here, and here.

    "Until We Bleed" - Kleerup ft. Lykke Li (mp3)

    "Chords" - Kleerup (mp3)

    PREVIOUSLY ON THIS RECORDING

    Personal ads are a tough business.

    Absolutely the greatest Craigslist post ever.

    Tess had a Carrie Bradshaw moment.

    pomar_alm_trolha_46-50.jpg

    julio pomar

    Reader Comments (2)

    I'll have the bombshell buffet please. (What if they were Brazilian?)

    October 31, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterHugh

    [...] Molly in the coffee shop [...]

    PostPost a New Comment

    Enter your information below to add a new comment.

    My response is on my own website »
    Author Email (optional):
    Author URL (optional):
    Post:
     
    Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>