Alphabe Thursday O is for Frank O’Hara


Bald, beautiful and ballsy bint gets on her bike ...

oharaOn my walking journey through the alphabet I meet, Frank O’Hara (1926-1966) who I understand was as handsome as a marble statue. He wrote poems about tender  everyday adventures; not the type to be shouted from the roof tops.  O’Hara’s poetry is as casual as the conversations he might have as he strolled in the streets.  One of his books was titled Lunch poems; not about food particularly more about his lunchtime walks from his workplace  at the The Museum of Modern Art where he was a curator.   Second Avenue and the collection of essays Standing Still and Walking in New York are also self explanatory works.  It would seem that he addressed  an absent lover or companion as he strolled the streets.  He had a relationship with the artist Larry Rivers who said ‘It was the most extraordinary thing to walk with O’Hara’ and O’Hara wrote a poem…

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