“ Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara.O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac Frank O'Hara
“ Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don't give a damn whether they eat or not. Forced feeding leads… Frank O'Hara
“ I have been to lots of partiesand acted perfectly disgracefulbut I never actually collapsedoh Lana Turner we love you get up Frank O'Hara
“ Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! Frank O'Hara
“ Andalways embrace things, people earthsky stars, as I do, freely and withthe appropriate sense of space. Frank O'Hara
“ My HeartI'm not going to cry all the timenor shall I laugh all the time,I don't prefer one "strain" to another.I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,not just a sleeper, but also the big,overproduced f… Frank O'Hara
“ When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leafto turn away from the sun -- it loves it there.There's nothing so spiritual about being happybut you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last. Frank O'Hara
“ Willow trees, willow trees they remind me of DesdemonaI'm so damned literaryand at the same time the waters rushing past remindme of nothing Frank O'Hara
“ Stars are out and there is seaenough beneath the glistening earthto bear me toward the futurewhich is not so dark. I see. Frank O'Hara
“ 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 som… Frank O'Hara
“ After the first glass of vodkayou can accept just about anythingof life even your own mysteriousnessyou think it is nice that a boxof matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from… Frank O'Hara
“ You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea Frank O'Hara
“ Oh say can you see Alma. The darlingof Them. All her friends were artists.They alone have memories. They alonelove flowers. They alone give partiesand die. Poor Alma. They alone.She died,and it was as… Frank O'Hara
“ 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
