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.'
Frank O'HaraRead
I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a conflict between love and the need for self-protection through creative expression.
In this quote, Frank O'Hara conveys the complex emotions that come with love. While he openly expresses his affection, he simultaneously acknowledges a need to retreat into his poetry, suggesting that vulnerability can lead to emotional closure as a means of self-preservation. The imagery of his heart closing like a fist signifies a struggle between the intimacy of love and the defense mechanisms we develop to cope with emotional turmoil.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a poetry reading to highlight the emotional depth of love.
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 wouldn’t 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.
After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don't you are stupid and lazy and will never be great but you do what you know because what else is there?
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
I'm probably writing music now for the same reason as I started writing songs when I was 14 - to meet women.
Please don't kill the child. I want the child. Please give me the child. I am willing to accept any child who would be aborted and to give that child to a married couple who will love the child and be loved by the child.
Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.
In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
I love thee with the passion put to use_x000D_ _x000D_ In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. _x000D_ _x000D_ I love thee with a love I seemed to lose_x000D_ _x000D_ With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, _x000D_ _x000D_ Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, _x000D_ _x000D_ I shall but love thee better after death.
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