Saturday, March 6, 2010

READING ROOM: Frank O'Hara - meditations in an emergency


I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.


Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don’t I? I’m just like a pile of leaves.

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 wishes–I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless i know there’s 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 they’re missing? Uh huh.

[words: from Frank O'Hara's Meditations in an Emergency]
[images: by German photographer Thomas Struth]

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