Tag Archives: Frank O’Hara

Falling in love with a poem

Have you ever? And without being sure why (and half wishing not to know why)? I’m falling in love with a Frank O’Hara poem, untitled (unless you consider “Poem” a title), written circa 1950 when the poet was in his … Continue reading

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Monday with Pessoa (and Marianne Moore)

This will be chatty, really an announcement of sorts. There’s a new Disquiet in town.

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