I am not a painter. I am a poet. / Why? I think I would rather be / a painter, but I am not. Frank O'Hara More Quotes by Frank O'Hara More Quotes From Frank O'Hara There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so. Frank O'Hara geography cry hands I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist. Frank O'Hara fists love-you heart When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen Frank O'Hara i-love-you clothes feelings However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they’re missing? Uh huh. Frank O'Hara regret new-york past Mothers of America / let your kids go to the movies! Frank O'Hara mother kids america My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy. Frank O'Hara pockets my-heart heart Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you. Frank O'Hara produce logic pain The artificial is always innocent. Frank O'Hara artificial innocent innocence Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara. O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac Frank O'Hara american-poetry And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural. Frank O'Hara lineage poetic worry
