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heat blows forth from a fan. cold billows forth from a window. it’s not time to shut down, not at 40.
she sleeps, must we still venture after midnight to sniff out what the neighbor left. dogs, we are the working class named wrong. she is the bourgeoisie with her constant rub downs, rotating toys, and treats of human kind. twenty-four must seem too long for her. i’d just like eight to ten once in a while for sleep. not even that four AM dream could resurface past a five second reel.
i miss that first drag that brought it all crashing forward – a dylan song on repeat.

Quick and dirty thoughts on a few New York School poets. Read more O’Hara and Ashbery (1st wave) & then Berrigan (2nd school).

It was interesting to watch a YouTube vid from an episode of “Mad Men”** in which character Don Draper read a bit of poetry from O’Hara. There was a question posed about that poem that had me do a bit of research as to why O’Hara wrote the poem. To me, that was less remarkable than the fact that the poems last stanza (the one read in the clip) reminded me of Ashbery’s “Some Trees”. Their scene of trees in winter seemed to overlap — “snows and skies of laughter” yet never did they read the same emotionally.

Posted a thought in reference to a question regarding O’Hara’s poem, “A Step Away From Them”. This poem really got me because I understand what it is to lose friends early, unexpectedly to death. How it is rather surreal to learn of their death (or after just attending the funeral) and then, there you are carrying on as normal. Something is different, though, your mind senses the universe has shifted — they are Now a step away.

A few thoughts left on the forum regarding why O’Hara mentions three deaths in his lunch poem…question posted by Isabelle.

What a great question, Isabelle! I’m still playing catch up with the videos, so had this one streaming while reading through some threads. Your question made me read the poem closer – thank you. I’ve no great answer, but will toss in these thoughts…

O’Hara’s addressing the death of the three friends, but then quickly moving on made me think of how surreal death feels when it is unexpected. You’re walking down the street and then ‘boom’, something in that enviro/scene reminds you that your young friend just died. It’s interesting how he uses the second to last stanza to align their deaths with mentions of a BULLFIGHT (which made me think Hemingway) – the nudes (as mentioned in vid a poss nod toward Duchamp)- and then the Armory (the heart of Avant movement when brought frm Paris) which is to meet its own ‘death/destruction’. Is it a statement of how art moves on, or is it a bit of irony?

The final stanza (pardon if this has already been stated) seems to reiterate what we’ve pulled from a lot of poems – that all that is left it This – the poem/poetry. O’Hara goes back to job, but his true love (work) is the poetry.

sidebar>>This seems another elegy, yet it reads much more narrative than the Lady Day poem…

Tomorrow night after the day is done I must start thinking about our essay question due Sunday. O’Hara is fascinating but the poem “Why I am Not a Painter” is going to cause me a bit of issue. Non – narrative, anti-narrative is just one of the issues that shall have to be addressed. Sigh, I wish I still smoked…epiphany swirled in those rising blue halos.

enjoy** ~

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