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Lunch Poems Important Poems By The Late New York Poet Published In The New American Poetry, Evergreen Review, Floating Bear And Stranger PlacesOften This Poet, Strolling Through The Noisy Splintered Glare Of A Manhattan Noon, Has Paused At A Sample Olivetti To Type Up Thirty Or Forty Lines Of Ruminations, Or Pondering Deeply Has Withdrawn To A Darkened Ware Or Firehouse To Limn His Computed Misunderstandings Of The Eternal Questions Of Life, Coexistence, And Depth, While Never Forgetting To Eat Lunch, His Favorite Meal

About the Author: Frank O'Hara

Frank O Hara was born in Balti, Maryland and grew up in Grafton, Massachusetts O Hara served in the South Pacific and Japan as a sonarman on the destroyer USS Nicholas during World War II.With the funding made available to veterans he attended Harvard University, where he roomed with artist writer Edward Gorey Although he majored in music and did some composing, his attendance was irregular

10 thoughts on “Lunch Poems

  1. says:

    I love Frank O Hara because he wrote poetry the way Fred Astaire danced Frank and Fred make it all look as easy as breathing You can see Robert Lowell and Gene Kelly sweat But not O Hara, not Astaire.Just because you can t see them sweat doesn t mean that it was easy It takes serious concentration to look this relaxed, to never waste a gesture an

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    As far as dead writers go, Frank O Hara might be a contender for worst death on record When Mr O Hara was 40 years old, just starting to be on the literary scene, he and a group of friends were on Fire Island, in New York, and their vehicle broke down As they were standing on the side of the road, figuring out what to do, a young twenty something d

  3. says:

    I ran across the poem A Step Away from Them and bought this collection I have read through it, listened to it on Audible This is a collection of proto beat poems that sets the foundation for many will build on The poems Song The Day Lady Died and Steps are standout poems in this collection.

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    Arguably O Hara s best collection of poems second, perhaps, only to the poet s final work, Love Poems, published a year before his untimely death in 1965 Lunch Poems skirts about the streets, alleys, subways, and coasts of NYC during the mid sixties O Hara chatters about this and that as he strolls to and fro within these fun poems, all t

  5. says:

    This is a What the collection of poems One of those deals where you read through the bush of your eyebrows because you re frowning and wondering how poems written in the 50s and early 60s could be so unlike Ike or even Camelot before the Dealey went down It s non sequiturs uber alles, for the most part, and some name dropping and even picking up l

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    Some days the patina of sadness that accretes on everything like the residue of Time itself, the film or layer of mortality that is probably only a phenomenon of our seeing being somehow linked with our memories, that glistens and coats our world as we pass through it, is undeniable and becomes as much a factor of our environment as that grey and yellow wi

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    the world becomes a jangle I confessed recently that I have trouble connecting with some of the abstract and postmodern offshoots of contemporary poetry S trings of images with no clear connective tissue was how I put it in that review, and I still think that s an apt enough though no doubt reductive description of a lot of what shows up in literar

  8. says:

    Thanks to City Lights and Goodreads for the review copy O Hara s poems were somewhat difficult to grasp and required an investment of time to understand and absorb Written during his lunch breaks from the Museum of Modern Art MOMA during the the late 50s and early 60s, this collection illuminates the conscience thought I think it s always a good thing to revea

  9. says:

    Short poems that introduce the reader to the lovely poems of Frank O Hara.

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    These poems kept me grounded as I wandered listlessly through the streets of Paris seeking meaning, but finding only my own dim, drunken reflection Like a true flaneur, with poems in my pocket and a steady supply of cigarettes, coffee, and alcohol I conquered apathy by swallowing it whole.Memoir of Sergei O by Frank O HaraMy feet have never been comfortablesince I

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