However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishesโI canโt even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know thereโs a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what theyโre missing? Uh huh.
Frank O'HaraThe poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages. In all modesty, I confess that it may be the death of literature as we know it.
Frank O'HaraI take this for myself, and you take up the thread of my life between your teeth, tin thread and tarnished with abuse, you shall still hear as long as the beast in me maintains its taciturn power to close my lids in tears, and my loins move yet in the ennobling pursuit of all the worlds you have left me alone in, and would be the dolorous distraction from, while you summon your army of anguishes which is a million hooting blood vessels on the eyes and in the ears at that instant before death.
Frank O'HaraKerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara. O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac
Frank O'HaraHowever, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishesโI canโt even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know thereโs a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what theyโre missing? Uh huh.
Frank O'Hara