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“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“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. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so.
I admire you, beloved, for the trap you've set. It's like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more
adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth.

Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change?”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“The stars fell
one by one into his eyes and burnt.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“I embraced a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“If I am ever to find these trees meaningful
I must have you by the hand. As it is, they
stretch dusty fingers into an obscure sky,
and the snow looks up like a face dirtied
with tears. Should I cry out and see what happens?
There could only be a stranger wandering
in this landscape, cold, unfortunate, himself
frozen fast in wintry eyes.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under
them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“I am moved by the multitudes of your intelligence and sometimes, returning, I become the sea— in love with your speed, your heaviness and breath.”
Frank O'Hara , Meditations in an Emergency
“I've got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I'll be back, I'll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don't want me to go where you go, so I go where you don't want me to.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“I take this
for myself, and you take up
the thread of my life between your teeth,
tin thread and tarnished with abuse,
you shall still hear
as long as the beast in me maintains
its taciturn power to close my lids
in tears, and my loins move yet
in the ennobling pursuit of all the worlds
you have left me alone in, and would be
the dolorous distraction from,
while you summon your army of anguishes
which is a million hooting blood vessels
on the eyes and in the ears
at that instant before death.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“and I have mastered the speed and strength which is the
armor of the world.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“Destroy yourself, if you don't know!”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“life perpetuated in parti-colored loves
and beautiful lies all in different languages.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“There is a geography which holds
its hands just so far from the breast
and pushes you away, crying so.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“I loved her fright, which was against me
into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock
which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted
with life!
and she'd toss her head with the pain
and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion
and she, moon-like, hated to love me.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“It may be the coldest day of
The year, what does he think of
That? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
Perhaps I am myself again.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“your veins are using up the redness of the world.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
tags: red
“There were occasionally
rifts in the cloud where the face
of a woman appeared, frowning.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“I'm glad that the rock is heavy
and that it feels all right in my heart
like an eye in a pot of humus.
Let's write long letters on grand themes,
fish sandwiches, egg sandwiches and cheese;
or travelling in Mexico, Italy and Australia.
I eat a lot so I won't get drunk and then
I drink a lot so I'll feel excited
and then I've gone away I don't know where
or with whom and can't remember whom from
except that I'm back with my paper bag
and next time my face won't come with me.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
tags: travel
“I want to take your hands off my hips
and put them on a statue’s hips;

then I can thoughtfully regard the justice of your feelings
for me, and, changing, regard my own love for you
as beautiful. I’d never cheat you and say “It’s inevitable!”
It’s just barely natural.
But we do course together
like two battleships maneuvering away from the fleet.
I am moved by the multitudes of your intelligence
and sometimes, returning, I become the sea—
in love with your speed, your heaviness and breath.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
tags: love
“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. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. If only I had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It’s not that I am curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it’s my duty to be attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the earth. And lately, so great has their anxiety become, I can spare myself little sleep.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love.
And give credit where it’s due: not to my starched nurse, who taught me
how to be bad and not bad rather than good (and has lately availed
herself of this information), not to the Catholic Church
which is at best an oversolemn introduction to cosmic entertainment,
not to the American Legion, which hates everybody, but to you,
glorious Silver Screen, tragic Technicolor, amorous Cinemascope,
stretching Vistavision and startling Stereophonic Sound, with all
your heavenly dimensions and reverberations and iconoclasms!”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
tags: movies
“Suddenly that body appears: in my smoke
while someone's heavily describing Greece,
that famous monotonous line feels white
against the tensile gloom of life
and I seem intimate with what I merely touch.”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“An eagerness for the historical look of the mirror,
the dry smile of knowledge which is faithlessness apologizing
to the Sphinx, and is it not a great fury of horsemen
who make a guided tour of the future and its glasslike tortures?
the odor of evening vibrating across that linear nostalgia
and vouchsafing a plume and a volume of Plato,
purblind water, the earth pitting its stench against the moon's
and accomplishing a serenade, a terrestrial touchdown sigh
in the silence which is not yet formidable or ominous,
resenting the leaves and not yet geared to the undercutting foam”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
“Take my big clear eyes into your heart, and then
pump my big clear eyes through your bloodstream, and!
stick my big clear eyes on your feet”
Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
tags: eyes

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