Shoppe,
Bergdof’s
disappeared.
Avenue
blankets,
She died,
On
Pasternak
into flame
come down
buckling, wheezing
people of Essen
Indologists
fact of 900 exhibits
Heinrich Goetz!
Ceylon and Afghanistan
fleet” on the Rhine
still oh Essen
Ajanta, Villa Hügel!
friendship
her face on it
windy
politesse
Grace Hartigan’s
Gaspar Gonzales,
up the street
my neck
coming up
is being poured
(I think!)
des artistes
with painting)
in it
labyrinth
Empire State Building
things
of Madrid
Menemsha Bar
Madison Avenue
Avenue)
my poems
Brazil
gasping
east-side
by our disappointment
compartments
of chorizos
you’re up to
hookey
TV set seeing
Guillaume and not
today
musiques
me last night in sleep
shoes
West Side Y
other hand you do come
Russian novel does
of the kidney
me of nothing
is the inn
smiling” ugh
Deutsch? I like
*all lines taken from truncated bits of lines in frank o’hara’s lunch poems. i’ve got the city lights pocket edition, which has wider pages to accommodate o’hara’s long lines. but some lines are still too long and had to be dropped at the end of a sentence to the line below, justified to extreme right. i try to include only lines that really look like they had been dropped because the pages were simply too short, not ones that look like o’hara deliberately dropped to the line below for effect. it’s a struggle of of course to work which lines are dropped by the printer and which by o’hara, but sometimes one just has to plow on.
Divagyrations 