Before I got up this
morning, I spent some time in bed reading through Joe LeSueur’s delicious new
memoir, Digressions
on Some Poems by Frank O’Hara, a wonderfully intimate & informal
portrait of a world that is utterly gone now. There are some amazing moments in
this book, such as the tale of how an incident with Chester Kallman
convinced FOH to give up anonymous sex or how, far more reticently, LeSueur
visiting O’Hara on his deathbed proved unable to say anything or even reach out
to touch his dying friend.
I’d paid no attention to the
work of Frank O’Hara until I saw the mesmerizing television show* on him in
Richard Moore’s Poetry USA series on
PBS, a blur of constant motion – O’Hara on the phone & typewriter
simultaneously while managing to keep up a conversation with the camera, drink
& smoke, he was the ultimate multitasker decades before that term came into
use – until, in the show’s closing credits as I recall (I haven’t actually seen
the whole thing in 37 years), the voiceover mentions that O’Hara has recently
died. I remember at the time sitting in front of the little black-&-white
TV completely stunned, as if I’d seen a wonderful door open, only to have it
slammed shut in the last 10 seconds of the show.
O’Hara’s death, not unlike
that of Jack Spicer a year earlier, marked a critical moment in the history of
the New American poetry. Both poets had been the central social organizers of
distinctly geographic literary communities, and their passing transformed each
town. Almost overnight, or so it seemed at a distance, the New York scene
shifted its focus away from this group of largely gay men born in the 1920s –
Ashbery was in Europe, Schuyler too much the recluse – and onto younger (&
straighter) acolytes. The role Ted Berrigan would soon take in the environs
around Gem Spa hardly seems conceivable in a world in which Frank O’Hara
attends a party whose primary memorable feature is a lascivious tale told by
W.H. Auden’s partner.
Auden’s role with regards to
the
I’ve sometimes wondered if
the ease with which the first generation New York School connected with New
York trade publishers wasn’t simply an accident of proximity, but also occurred
at least in part because the NY School, at least until Mr. Berrigan showed up –
and this really is Ted’s great contribution to this tendency – did not
challenge the paradigm that American poetics was a tributary of British
letters, a paradigm that has been central to all variants of the school of
quietude.
* Listen to O’Hara’s
reading of “Having a Coke with You” from that TV show here.
** Virtually
everyone who at that point took William Carlos Williams seriously. While one
can similar attitudes in American poetry over a century earlier, Williams
rather steady campaign of negativity towards Eliot resonated with the rise of
New Criticism, which had gain control over many of the English departments
after WW2 even if the New Critics themselves had long been spent as poets. In
this regard, the stance taken by the Objectivists, the first wave of Williams followers, deserves more scrutiny. It is also worth
noting, of course, that this debate between anglophiles and those arguing for a “new” or “indigenous” poets was ongoing as early as
the 1840s. The fact that American universities looked to