I love you. I love you, but Iβm turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.
Frank O'HaraRead
I don't think I want to win anything I think I want to die unadorned.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a desire for authenticity over superficial accolades.
In this quote, Frank O'Hara expresses a profound longing for simplicity and authenticity in life, suggesting that a life adorned with trophies or recognition is not one he values. Instead, he implies that the true essence of existence lies in being true to oneself, free from the embellishments that society often prizes.
In practice
This quote can be used in an art discussion to emphasize the value of genuine expression.
I love you. I love you, but Iβm turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.
I don't ... like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don't turn around and shout, 'Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep.'
I wouldnβt want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!
My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.
I don't believe in god, so I don't have to make elaborately sounded structures. ... Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you. ... As for measure and other technical apparatus, that's just common sense: if you're going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to bed with you. There's nothing metaphysical about it.
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's more important to confirm the least sincere. The clouds get enough attention as it is.
Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say. Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.
I sometimes subscribe to the belief that all historical events occur simultaneously, like a dream in the mind of God. Perhaps it is only man who views time sequentially and tries to impose a solar calendar upon it. What if other people, both dead and unborn, are living out their lives in the same space we occupy, without our knowledge or consent?" The Glass Rainbow, p. 138
In order to understand the interrelation of truth and falsehood in life, a man must understand falsehood in himself, the constant incessant lies he tells himself.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
What gave you this idea of an imperfect god?' 'I don't know. It seems quite feasible to me. That is the only god I could imagine believing in, a god whose passion is not a redemption, who saves nothing, fulfills no purpose--a god who simply is.
Eyes...They speak all languages.
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