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priya_haha's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
funny
reflective
slow-paced
2.5
About a quarter of these poems are some of my favourites I've ever read, and half of them I think I am genuinely too stupid for. Some of the images and abstractions were hard to follow and without knowing the references he was making, I couldn't see the connections from idea to idea/stanza to stanza. I can't decide whether the problem is me or if this was objectively too obscure/opaque/pretentious. To reread at some point!
Favourites:
Favourites:
- To the Harbormaster
- To the Film Industry in Crisis
- Poem to James Schuyler ("There I could never be a boy")
- The Hunter
- For Grace, After a Party
- For James Dean
- Sleeping on the Wing
katscribefever's review against another edition
5.0
Holy ravioli. Alright. I was up the e.n.t.i.r.e. night reading through this start to finish. I've read the whole collection about three times in the last week or so, and my heart has swollen to three times its normal size. Why haven't more people in my life read Frank O'Hara? Seriously think I'm in love.
rj_readsbooks's review against another edition
5.0
Meditations in an Emergency is arguably O’Hara’s most famous collection of poetry, dealing with identity, love, and intimacy among daily life in late 50s New York City. It’s about finding a calm in the middle of a storm, and about being inside the storm. It’s about something inside of you being too big to keep hold of.
I brought this with me because, like all of O’Hara’s work, it’s like a conversation with a friend. I always know that I can sit down with Frank and he’ll hear me, and tell me what I need to hear.
I brought this with me because, like all of O’Hara’s work, it’s like a conversation with a friend. I always know that I can sit down with Frank and he’ll hear me, and tell me what I need to hear.
honorsenglishdropout's review against another edition
3.0
"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."
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."