A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Danger of Reading Frank O'Hara on an 88-Degree April 7, 2010 in New York City

You can convince yourself
without a gin drop of doubt
that leaning against the rail
at the sidewalk cafe on Second Ave
with the one you love with your
fingerling potatoes garlic aioli
your champagne mignonette is doing
your homework did someone say
'danger' no this is the best damn
homework you've ever done you've
really got a handle on the material


  1. aka "Spring Fevah Part Deux"

  2. Ha ha ha ha ha you certainly do!

    Also one of my poetry teachers, when I was complaining that I didn't like to do homework because I wanted to have time to just hang out, was like, "that's what we poets have to do! Sit around looking out the window and going to the opera and waiting for inspiration."

    why do you get to have such a good time doing your homework. I was sweating in Murray 207 wearing a velvet shirt, then driving home in a car with no a/c. AND THEY WERE OUT OF WATER IN THE VENDING MACHINE.

    I consider this long and digressive and mundane comment to be an appropriate comment to make on a fake Frank O'Hara poem.

  3. I know I know, but on the other hand the 'answer' still remains quite 'dusty' if you know what I'm sayin', so I will be paying for it! Let's just hope it's cold and rainy for the next week.


  4. oh man that 'answer' is so 'dusty' that it is still in the dust of some postal-service facility. But my 'heart' is about 20 pages into its 'death.' And then there is my friend who has sometimes been accused of being a 'nouvelle' 'Heloise' and she is still very, very, very, very 'nouvelle.'

  5. Man, I wish I had a handle on his poem "Second Avenue"!