Category Archives: frank o’hara

Poet on fire escape

The best thing – indeed the only redeeming feature – of a snippy and essentially homophobic review in the New York Times of the new Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara (edited by Mark Ford) is this photograph, taken in 1958 … Continue reading

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Boxes, texts

I wonder how many writers would rather have been visual artists. We know that Frank O’Hara would (see “Why I would rather be a painter than a poet”), but I’m sure he’s not alone. The idea of working a field … Continue reading

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This is the second poem I’m planning to commit to memory as a whole, instead of in half-recalled scraps. It also, maybe incidentally, acts as a corrective to the over-devout tones of the final verse of my first choice, by … Continue reading

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Grace… to be born and live…

Jane just sent me this photograph of a protest in Dalston Lane, in London, about houses and shops being demolished for some brand new city type development and it made me think of Grace Paley, who would no doubt be … Continue reading

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