This used to be one of my favorite Frank O’Hara poems, and I always wanted to do something meaningful with it, from an artistic view. I tried something for one of my composition classes but gave up. Maybe after I turn in my thesis I will become inspired…
Instant coffee with slightly sour cream
in it, and a phone call to the beyond
which doesn’t seem to be coming any nearer.
“Ah daddy, I wanna stay drunk many days”
on the poetry of a new friend
my life held precariously in the seeing
hands of others, their and my impossibilities.
Is this love, now that the first love
has finally died, where there were no impossibilities?
— Frank O’Hara