Frank O’Hara, der Sohn von Russell Joseph O’Hara und Katherine Broderick, wuchs in Massachusetts auf. Ta. Anche se ritengo di conoscere abbastanza bene la lingua inglese, l'uso di termini ricercati e non appartenenti alla lingua di tutti i giorni mi ha costretto a rispolverare il dizionario. Stoicism: A Modern In-Depth Beginner's Guide on Ancient Stoic Principles That Will ... Beelzebub: A Memoir (Circles In Hell Book 6). I will be able to provide deeper insight once I've had a couple more old fashions. Frank O’Hara was born in Baltimore in 1926 and grew up in New England; from 1951 he lived and worked in New York, both for Art News. Not sure I'll buy this after reading the reviews but I'm sure it's better than described. Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list! My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. All I want is boundless love. There won't be any mail downstairs. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I purchased this book after watching Mad Men, and expected an insightful read concerning art and culture. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. O'Hara's untimely death in 1966 at the age of forty was, in the words of fellow poet John Ashbery, "the biggest secret loss to American poetry since John Wheelwright was killed.”. or like a hyacinth, “to keep the filth of life away,” yes, there, even in the heart, where the filth is pumped in and courses and slanders and pollutes and determines. —I wish She had a good Whipping and 10,000 pounds.” —Mrs. Must pour myself another Crème de Menthe. Web of Life: Weaving the Values That Sustain Us (Essays From the Author of Last Chi... 'O'Hara, a key interpreter of the aesthetics of abstract-expressionism, was a vital presence in New York's dynamic postwar art world, whether as a curator at the Museum of Modem Art, a visionary critic, a lushly original and lyrical poet, or an unflagging, often outrageous socialite.' It's only afternoon, there's a lot ahead. Turning, I spit in the lock and the knob turns. Yeats as a writer whose poetry captures the conflicted and dark political … I am always looking away. It also analyzes reviews to verify trustworthiness. How am I to become a legend, my dear? It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. There won’t be any mail downstairs. I will my will, though I may become famous for a mysterious vacancy in that department, that greenhouse.