“i’m not going to cry all the time
nor shall i laugh all the time,
i don’t prefer one “strain” to another.
i’d have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind.
i want to be at least as alive as the vulgar. and if some aficionado of my mess says “that’s not like frank!,” all to the good! i don’t wear brown and grey suits all the time, do i? no. i wear workshirts to the opera,
often. i want my feet to be bare,
i want my face to be shaven, and my heart–you can’t plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.”
-frank o’hara, my heart.