Some nights you find yourself happening back upon the words of your favorite poet and it’s pure bliss. This one to Vincent, from Frank. Notice the acrostic of it. “We’re all for the captured time of our being”–after all of that headlong movement like a train barreling on he comes to stillness; “captured time”. Ahhh, […]
And a Paris Review essay on the poem & O’Hara’s relationship with Larry Rivers….