“It’s my lunch hour, so I go for a walk among the
hum-colored cabs”
-from “A Step
Away From Them”
And I’ve never met him, only read his work. And the New York I know is a vastly different one from the New York O’Hara knows, as he wrote there until his death from a freak accident in 1966.
O’Hara is very personal in his work. In Lunch Poems, his 1964 collection that contains poems dating back to 1953, O’Hara seems to take readers on a stroll through Manhattan, and we get to know the people he name drops. In “Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul,” (1959) the first stanza reads:
It is 12:10 in
New York and I am wondering
if I will finish
this in time to meet Norman for lunch
ah lunch! I
think I am going crazy
what with my
terrible hangover and the weekend
coming up.
Here, we get a snapshot
of what Lunch Poems is all about.
(Apparently, lunch was O’Hara’s favorite meal of the day. The title stems from
his mid-afternoon breaks from his job as curator at the Museum of Modern Art in
Manhattan. He’d take walks and bring his notebook with him, jotting notes and
ideas for poems as he walked, stopped to eat, and returned back to work). I
assumed the “Norman” referenced above was Norman Mailer, as Mailer was a New
York contemporary of O’Hara’s and was a co-founder of the Village Voice newspaper. In “Adieu,” a very apprehensive speaker –
throughout this work, you clearly get the vibe that every speaker his O’Hara
himself – is preparing for a trip to Paris while trying to wrap up loose ends
in New York first. While he wishes he was staying in town “working on my poems
at Joan’s studio,” he knows he must first check in with “an excitement-prone
Kenneth Koch,” as well as noting that “Allen (obviously Ginsberg) is back
talking about god a lot,” “Peter (I assume Orlovsky, a poet and long-time
Ginsberg companion) is back and not talking very much.” He also writes of a “Joe,” but I couldn’t figure out who Joe
was. Also mentioned in this poem are Charles de Gaulle, Albert Camus, Shirley
Goldfarb, Jane Hazan, Jane Freilicher, Irving Sandler, Rene Char, Pierre
Reverdy, and Samuel Beckett. Honestly, I’ve never heard of most of those
people, but O’Hara makes it seem like they are part of my circle, too, not just
his.
While
O’Hara is associated with the New York School movement, I discovered a curious
link with the Beat movement that preceded it, a movement that also had its
start in New York. In much Beat literature, the writers all write about each
other, albeit under fictional names. For example, in John Clellon Holmes’ Go! (1952), which is considered to be
the first beat novel, Jack Kerouac is referred to as Gene Pasternak; David
Stofsky is Allen Ginsberg, Holmes himself is referred to as Paul Hobbes. This
same practice appears in many Beat books, most notably Kerouac’s On the Road. In Lunch
Poems, however, O’Hara doesn’t bother to change the names. Other pop culture mileposts of the time appear regularly. Lana Turner, a sultry and glamorous movie star of the 1940s and 50s whose career was basically done by 1960, appears in a couple of different poems. In “Steps” (1961) O’Hara writes, “where’s Lana Turner she’s out eating and Garbo’s backstage at the Met.” Turner is featured more prominently in “Poem” (1962). The opening line, “Lana Turner has collapsed!” sets the tone for this frantically paced poem, in which the speaker screams “LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!” again 10 lines later, about half-way through the poem. As the poem seems to slow down, the speaker finally concludes, “I have been to lots of parties and acted perfectly disgraceful but I never actually collapsed oh Lana Turner we love you get up.”
From a style standpoint, O’Hara is clearly a free verse poet. While many of the poems are presented in fairy traditional verses, some of them appear jagged – a line might be indented in an exaggerated way, maybe right before the end of the next line. The appearance seemed a little disjointed, which made me wonder if there was a little edginess underneath some of the seemingly free flowing words. As far as capitalization goes, it seems like his standard practice is to capitalize the first word only; pretty much everything else is lower case. As a far less seasoned poet than O’Hara, I can see a lot of similarities between his work and mine. First, I think there is a very strong sense of place in his poetry, and that is something that I strive for. Also, I like his language choices; I think his word choice is fairly simple, but he’s able to create a lot with them, another thing I aspire to. One thing I take away from O’Hara is the pacing. I think each of his poems has a tempo to it, like AM radio songs of the time. Some are fast and some are slow, but they’re all pretty catchy. That’s something I need to work on.
I’m not sure why, but my whole life I have had
this odd feeling that I was born roughly 20 years too late. I’ve always felt
that I’d have fit in more coming of age in the 1960s instead of being born
then. Lunch Poems played into that.
It was incredibly fun to read, and I connected with a lot of his New York
references. I could see myself in some of those places, taking the subway or
the bus to get there, trying to squeeze in a quick meal before scurrying off to
the next thing, afraid of missing something.