He would kill himself ten years later.
Frank O’Hara’s “A True Account of Talking to the Sun on Fire Island” (http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-true-account-of-talking-to-the-sun-on-fire-isl/) references the Mayakovsky poem in the opening stanza when the sun says: “Don't be so rude, you are only the second poet I’ve ever chosen to speak to personally”. The sun and Frank O’Hara chat. The sun admires O’Hara’s poetry and just like with Mayakosky the sun gives the poet advice. As the sun leaves it tells O’Hara it may leave a “tiny poem in that brain of yours as my farewell.” The poem concludes:
"Sun, don't go!" I was awake
at last. "No, go I must, they're calling
"Who are they?"
Rising he said "Some
day you'll know. They're calling to you
too." Darkly he rose, and then I slept.
The final line (perhaps reminiscent of the conclusion of Milton’s famous sonnet “Methought I saw my late espoused saint” (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44746) adds a great deal of mystery (see also http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/ohara/talking.htm). But who are they? Why will they also call to O’Hara some day?
O’Hara was dead in eight years, killed by a jeep on the beach of Fire Island described in the poem. The poem was found in his papers.
Carson’s "Good Dog" is very different (http://convolutes.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-dog-anne-carson.html). Mysterious from the get go: dense contain classical allusions and perhaps echo Greek syntax, strange turns of phrase and concatenations of words. Lines that alter in mid-stream and change by line’s end.
It is disturbing and disorienting:
1 You know the second person in the history of the world
the Sun chose to speak to personally was Frank O’Hara, the
first was Orpheus [me].
Since Mayakovsky is mentioned in O’Hara’s poem by the sun, Orpheus seems to be calling Mayakovsky a liar, or is himself lying and trying to write Mayakovsky out of the story. The choice of Orpheus immediately makes clear that the sun that gives gifts is Apollo. Apollo is terrifying, not cozy like the suns of Mayakovsky and O’Hara:
You are my Sweetheart said the
Sun. He was sitting on the hood of his truck. Somehow it
was menacing. I hardly knew what to say. I got into the
truck that strange autumn light sharpening all glass and
harm my hands fell off. The Sun got in beside me took my
hands one by one blew into each finger filling it with a
kind of sound. Gave my hands back to me. That was the
beginning of my being interesting
This is one of the great stanzas. Of course Apollo is “menacing” and poetic inspiration is not blazing like a warm samovar but having one’s hands chopped off and being made a vacant lyric vehicle. Orpheus’ becoming an inspired poet means becoming a vessel of Apollo and becoming vapid and self-obsessed: “my fifteen minutes in hell”, “One thing about hell is the echo is fabulous”, notices of the Eurydice in the Daily Mirror and her death as a consequence of Orpheus’ desire to get another gig in Hades with its great acoustics. True poetry is not the opposite of the culture of celebrity.
The poem is full of strange word play and “pissed palindromes”: “harmful til lips spill it” and the title Good Dog itself. The disorientation and darkness brings the other two poems and poets into question. The sun is not warm but Apollo the destroyer. Inspiration is brutal. Poets are liars and/or competitors. Perhaps Orpheus refuses to recognize Mayakovsky due to his forthrightness. By adding this third poem to the other two, a poem in which the poet claims himself to be mythically prior to the other two poets (and Orpheus of course is mythically prior to all poets) Carson alters the other two poems.
Orpheus must be speaking from Hades, the eternal unpleasant mythic present. "Good Dog" suggests O’Hara was being called to Hades in the final lines. All three poets died young (not Carson!). They latter two do not know what is in store. Orpheus suggests that to be a poet is to not control the Sun or language and to be unaware of one’s mortality or the ominous nature of gifts from Apollo:
A scrap of paper torn and brownish now some words just
stain. What does it mean the littorals above Europe I never
found out. I look at it fast sometimes Hoping.