Rush Hour

All colours, hairs, skins and clothes  Suits, dresses, jeans, loafers, heels, shirts, t-shirts and skirts All ages, silver-haired, headscarves, afros, bald, ponytails, buns, buzz cuts, bangs and top-knots Sunglasses, vision-enhancing glasses, beards, clean-shaven, stubbles and bum fuzz Rotund and slim, fat and built, short and big  Vibrant and youthful faces and worn in wrinkled faces The directionless and purposefull, the lost and the driven The … Continue reading Rush Hour

To Charlotte Von Stein, Goethe

Fate, why did you grant us this depth Of insightful vision into our future, So that our love, earthly happiness, Is a thing we can trust in happily never? Why did you grant us such intuition, Such power to know each other’s heart, To see, among life’s scattered throng, The true relationship where we are?  Oh, many thousands of us drift dumbly Through life, our … Continue reading To Charlotte Von Stein, Goethe

Meditations in an Emergency (1957), Frank O’Hara

Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French? Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with which to venture forth. Why should I share you? Why don’t you get rid … Continue reading Meditations in an Emergency (1957), Frank O’Hara


If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look … Continue reading If