A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island The Sun woke me this morning loud and clear, saying ‘Hey! I’ve been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. Don’t be so rude, you are only the second poet I’ve ever chosen to speak to personally so why aren’t you more attentive? If I could burn you through the window I would to wake you up. I can’t hang around here all day.’ ‘Sorry, Sun, I stayed up late last night talking to Hal.’ ‘When I woke up Mayakovsky he was a lot more prompt,’ the Sun said petulantly. ‘Most people are up already waiting to see if I’m going to put in an appearance.’ I tried to apologize ‘I missed you yesterday.’ ‘That’s better’ he said. ‘I didn’t know you’d come out.’ ‘You may be wondering why I’ve come so close?’ ‘Yes’ I said beginning to feel hot wondering if maybe he wasn’t burning me anyway. ‘Frankly I wanted to tell you I like your poetry. I see a lot on my rounds and you’re okay. You may not be the greatest thing on earth, but you’re different. Now, I’ve heard some say you’re crazy, they being excessively calm themselves to my mind, and other crazy poets think that you’re a boring reactionary. Not me. Just keep on like I do and pay no attention. You’ll find that people always will complain about the atmosphere, either too hot or too cold too bright or too dark, days too short or too long. If you don’t appear at all one day they think you’re lazy or dead. Just keep right on, I like it. And don’t worry about your lineage poetic or natural. The Sun shines on the jungle, you know, on the tundra the sea, the ghetto. Wherever you were I knew it and saw you moving. I was waiting for you to get to work. And now that you are making your own days, so to speak, even if no one reads you but me you won’t be depressed. Not everyone can look up, even at me. It hurts their eyes.’ ‘Oh Sun, I’m so grateful to you!’ ‘Thanks and remember I’m watching. It’s easier for me to speak to you out here. I don’t have to slide down between buildings to get your ear. I know you love Manhattan, but you ought to look up more often. And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space. That is your inclination, known in the heavens and you should follow it to hell, if necessary, which I doubt. Maybe we’ll speak again in Africa, of which I too am specially fond. Go back to sleep now Frank, and I may leave a tiny poem in that brain of yours as my farewell.’ ‘Sun, don’t go!’ I was awake at last. ‘No, go I must, they’re calling me.’ ‘Who are they?’ Rising he said ‘Some day you’ll know. They’re calling to you too.’ Darkly he rose, and then I slept. FROM: Frank O’Hara Selected Poems CARCANET Poetry Pléiade
Great excitement! The wildflower seeds have arrived. They are produced by DESIGN BY NATURE in Carlow, are EU Conservation standard and are an Native Irish Conservation Grade seed mix. Germination takes three to six weeks. I have sown them and am now going out to lightly rake over them. I had previously mowed the area to within an inch of it’s life. You are supposed to kill anything off with weedkiller first but I was never going to that. For one thing there are a lot of flowers that come up naturally I did not want to destroy.
We are due some rain in the next couple of days so that’s good.
This is the list of species which should come up (most of which I have never even heard of to be honest) and are all native to Ireland.