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curriedpeas's review
oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarette
and love you so much
babywithanipad's review
5.0
I am absolutely in love with this collection of poetry. It is the kind of poetry that makes me want to write and write better than I ever had. This is the effortless type of poetry that I am willing to talk about in a Modern Poetry class week after week.
brice_mo's review
3.0
It's interesting to read this book in the era of internet caption culture.
There's very little substance to these poems, and there's nothing particularly special about them either.
In a way, though, that's what makes them worthwhile. O'Hara merely turns his affectionate attention to the people and places surrounding him, and he never ascribes symbolic significance to any of it.
One gets the sense that his friends and lovers were just his friends and lovers. They are never reduced to poetic devices, which is sweet and celebratory in its own way.
There's very little substance to these poems, and there's nothing particularly special about them either.
In a way, though, that's what makes them worthwhile. O'Hara merely turns his affectionate attention to the people and places surrounding him, and he never ascribes symbolic significance to any of it.
One gets the sense that his friends and lovers were just his friends and lovers. They are never reduced to poetic devices, which is sweet and celebratory in its own way.
paul_viaf's review
3.0
I found this to be a fine work. The cosmopolitan outlook seems based in too much materialism & panders to the bourgeoisie. I love to be cultured & revel in grandeur just as much as anybody, but I also love being humble & the thought of giving pleases me more than the thought of celebrating riches. All in all, it's a very good read. Experimental & exploratory, just the way I like my poetry.
joannaautumn's review
4.0
"The stars blink like a hairnet that was dropped on a seat and now it is lying in the alley behind the theater where my play is echoed by dying voices.
I am really a woodcarver and my words are love which willfully parades in its room, refusing to move."
I had no idea Frank O'Hara existed until a few hours ago. Thank God for random moments in life when you stumble on a writer, a poet even, that writes this good. Seriously though, his poems have that fluidity and structure that makes people interested in looking beneath the surface. But even if they don't — these poems are just wonderful to read aloud.