Frank O'Hara
Frank O'Hara
Francis Russell "Frank" O'Harawas an American writer, poet and art critic. Because of his employment as a curator at the Museum of Modern Art, O'Hara became prominent in New York City's art world. O'Hara is regarded as a leading figure in the New York School—an informal group of artists, writers and musicians who drew inspiration from jazz, surrealism, abstract expressionism, action painting and contemporary avant-garde art movements...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 March 1926
CountryUnited States of America
After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don't you are stupid and lazy and will never be great but you do what you know because what else is there?
Leaf! you are so big! How can you change your color, then just fall! As if there were no such thing as integrity!
...but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it...
Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara. O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac
I don't think I want to win anything I think I want to die unadorned.
The artificial is always innocent.
Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you.
See how free we are! as a nation of persons.
The 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.
My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.
Mothers of America / let your kids go to the movies!
I wish I weren’t reeling at all.
There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life.
I am not a painter. I am a poet. / Why? I think I would rather be / a painter, but I am not.