and I am feeling particularly testy at being separated fromthe one I love by the most dreary of practical exigencies money
when I want only to lean on my elbow and stare into space feeling
the one warm beautiful thing in the world breathing upon my right rib
From "Les Luths" Frank O'Hara
Photo: Artists at the Cedar Tavern, 1959 by John Cohen
via Nearness of Distance
Photo: Artists at the Cedar Tavern, 1959 by John Cohen
via Nearness of Distance
3 comments:
that's the kind of photo that makes me wish i could go back in time.
The words and photograph are so perfect it hurts.
I love this part of that poem. I feel that way all the time. And P., I loved what you said about the return on a typewriter: the sound of accomplishment...
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