Having a Coca-Cola with You

is even Mehr fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
oder being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange hemd, shirt Du look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my Liebe for you, partly because of your Liebe for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with Du that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a baum breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait Zeigen seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
Du suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at Du and I would rather look at Du than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens Du haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that Du Bewegen so beautifully Mehr oder less takes care of Futurism
just as at Home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo oder Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the baum when the sun sank
oder for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling Du about it.